the spectre rose in pain

a shadow brown , obscure and vast

like a statue of lead

bent by its fall from the high Totem

the dolorous shadow rose



its cry pierced the skies

and drove the birds from heaven

like rats into hell

the mountain devoured the sun

swilled down its golden rays



born deep in the Baltic wild

white as an angel this enormous child

twas its soul which bore us fright

Brown , as if beraeved of light