<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Shadow."<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><span class="smallcaps">For the Mourners of the Slain.</span></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">AWHILE I dreamed: to me an angel came,</p><p class="line">Bright with the glory of the dawn's first flame; </p><p class="line">But as he paus'd ever beside him stood </p><p class="line">A ghastly spectre, grim in robe and hood.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The first one brought a wondrous sense of peace, </p><p class="line">As if his voice could bid all sorrow cease. </p><p class="line">He wore immortal roses in his hair, </p><p class="line">And when he smiled I knew how heaven was fair.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The second, scowling, as he hurried past </p><p class="line">Athwart the sun a blighting shadow cast; </p><p class="line">And where he walked, with grim averted head, </p><p class="line">The very grass had withered 'neath his tread.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">"Who art thou? say!" unto the first I cried.</p><p class="line">"I am God's servant, Death," soft tones replied.</p><p class="line">"And that dread shape which ever walks with thee?"</p><p class="line">"That is, alas! man's fearful dream of me."</p></div><p class="byline">Ida May.</p>(The <em>Woman at Home</em>)</body></html> · Great War