Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/75

Rh In the red West the twisted moon is low,

And on the bubbles there are half-lit stars:

Music and twilight: and the deep blue flow

Of water: and the watching fire of Mars:

The deep fish slipping thro' the moonlit bars

Make Death a thing of sweet dreams, life a mock.

And the soul patient by the heart's loud clock

Watches the time, and thinks it wondrous slow.