the wordlinks poetry project
darkling wood ii
Ever and anon, the Sky, in boldly interloping beams, will shoot him through the verdant roof, just to find him swallowed up in dolor and despair when dark he finds the floor: the depths of mould, of years and lives, of ages, yea, aeterna past, the leaves and twigs of agĖd trees, the loam of all that’s ceased to be sprawled out in all-engulfing shade (of these is sorrow made). *