highway of death

"The long mysterious Exodus of death" --Longfellow

Gloat vs Tikkun.

      "IN SHADOW

Out in the late amber afternoon,
Confused among chrysanthemums,
Her parasol, a pale balloon,
Like a waiting moon, in shadow swims.

Her furtive lace and misty hair
Over the garden dial distill
The sunlight,--then withdrawing, wear
Again the shadows at her will.

Gently yet suddenly, the sheen
Of stars inwraps her parasol.
She hears my step behind the green
Twilight, stiller than shadows, fall.

'Come, it is too late,--too late
To risk alone he light's decline:
Nor has the evening long to wait,'--
But her own words are night's and mine."

--Hart Crane