THE NORTH COUNTRY  

  BITTERNESS OF DEATH  

  SEVEN SEALS  

  READING A LETTER  

  TWENTY YEARS AGO  

  INTIME  

  TWO WIVES  

  HEIMWEH  

  DEBACLE  

  NARCISSUS  

  AUTUMN SUNSHINE  

  ON THAT DAY  

  

  

       APPREHENSION     

 AND all hours long, the town Roars like a beast in a cave That is wounded there And like to drown; While days rush, wave after wave On its lair. An invisible woe unseals The flood, so it passes beyond All bounds: the great old city Recumbent roars as it feels The foamy paw of the pond Reach from immensity. But all that it can do Now, as the tide rises, Is to listen and hear the grim Waves crash like thunder through The splintered streets, hear noises Roll hollow in the interim. 

  

  

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