Saturday, September 26, 2009

ELEGY WRITTEN IN A RWANDAN (COUNTRY) VILLAGE with apologies to Thomas Grey


The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

The bleating goats wind slowly o'er the lea

The villagers noisily homeward plod their way

And leave the world to darkness and to me.


Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight

And all the air a solemn stillness holds

Save where a crying child pierces the blackening night

And muffled shouting from the hillside rolls.

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