OUTSIDE the house an ash-tree hung
its terrible
whips,
And at night when the wind arose, the lash of
the tree
Shrieked
and slashed the wind, as a ship’s
Weird rigging in a storm shrieks
hideously.
Within the house two voices arose in
anger, a slender
lash
Whistling delirious rage, and the dreadful
sound
Of a thick
lash booming and bruising, until it
drowned
The other voice in a silence of
blood, ‘neath the noise
of the
ash.