I saw in vision
The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
(R. Hodgson in Stupidity Street)
Brussels region (B)
At the Sambre in Charleroi (B)
“So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A nightbeam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct, but distant – clear – but, oh how cold!”
(Lord Byron from Hebrew melodies no. 24)
“Who lifteth the veil of what is to come?
Who painteth the shadows that are beneath
The wide-winding caves of the peopled tomb?
Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be
With the fears and the love for that which we see?
(P.B. Shelley in On death)
“The end of the year fell chilly
Between a moon and a moon;
Thorough the twilight shrilly
The bells rang, ringing no tune.
The windows stained with story,
The walls with miracle scored,
Were full of weeping and laughter
And song and saying good-bye.”
(A.E. Housman in New Year’s Eve)