Last night I walked among the lamps that gleamed,
And saw a shadow on a window blind,
A moving shadow; and the picture seemed
To call some scene to mind.
I looked again; a dark form to and fro
Swayed softly as to music full of rest,
Bent low, bent lower: - Still I did not know.
And then, at last, I guessed.
And through the night came all old memories flocking,
White memories like the snowflakes round me whirled.
'All's well!' I said; 'The mothers still sit rocking
The cradles of the world!'
The Shadow On The Blind
William Henry Ogilvie
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Poem topics: dark, music, world, white, mind, picture, blind, scene, window, night, shadow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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