In a black winter storm,
Shivering,
Roaring winds.
Merciless!
Devilish, steering
wilderness.
And there
Scattered
Hundreds of ancient graves.
Some with open parapet,
Some filed with infant snow.
Behind the wild marshes
There was mud,
Repellent,
And rotten grass.
At the edge of frozen river,
There stood,
High above an old
Burial ground,
Surrounded by
Dispelled walls of a
Timeworn church.