A Reed by the River/Succession
SUCCESSION
A wild mood from the windy sea,The thrall of white foam over me,As if the gods laughed once again,Dared life to drink of love and pain!
I could have flown to their embrace,Met Death and mocked him, face to face;—Mayhap 'twas where old loves had met,And a dead fisher cast his net.
Within the silence of the wood,Strange shadow spun its spell and mood;A power called and baffled whereThe hush of mystery filled the air.
Alien, yet one, my steps did seemTo break upon a mighty dream,—Perchance, beneath my feet, some brave,The woods' dead sovereign had his grave.