The Black Riders & Other Lines/There was a crimson clash of war.

There was crimson clash of war.

Lands turned black and bare;

Women wept;

Babes ran, wondering.

There came one who understood not these things.

He said, "Why is this?"

Whereupon a million strove to answer him.

There was such intricate clamour of tongues,

That still the reason was not.