|Date: ||Tue, 13 Jun 2000 10:35:43 -0400|
|Reply-To: ||Robert L Humphries <bhump@JUNO.COM>|
|Sender: ||Georgia Birders Online <GABO-L@LISTSERV.UGA.EDU>|
|From: ||Robert L Humphries <bhump@JUNO.COM>|
I have not shared one of Dr. E.E. Murphey's poems with you for some
time, here goes.
WINGS AT DUSK
Walking at twilight through the claustral pines
I glimpsed far down the path a flash of wings-
Great wings, too distant and too dim to name
Presaging death to some small woodland thing.
I have known Death for many weary years:
Three times he came and peered into my face,
Each time I said "Old man, not yet, not yet."
I have fought Death through many weary nights
Striving with all I had of heart or brain
To bar him from the threshold of a friend;
But barred, He only waited for the time
When neither love nor leech-craft could avail.
But worst of allit is to see him come
In unrelenting slow processional
The while his consious cowering victim waits
Like one who listens for the hangman's tread.
So, now, it is my prayer for those I love
That He may come as might some monstrous bird
Sudden and swift and sure-a flash of wings
Against the dusk. Then stillness and the night.
Dr. E.E. Murphey, WINGS AT DUSK, Longmans, 1939
You may be interested, the copy I have was that of Earle Green, inscribed
to him by Dr. Murphey.