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The train in running across the weald has fallen into a steadier stroke / So even, it beats like silence, and sky and earth in one unbroke / Embrace of darkness lie around, and crushed between them all the loose / And littered lettering of leaves and hills and houses closed, and we / can use / The open book of landscape no more, for the covers of darkness have / shut upon / Its written pages, and sky and earth and all between are closed in one.
And we are smothered between the darkness, we close our eyes and say / "Hush! " we try / To escape in sleep the terror of this immense deep darkness, and we lie / Wrapped up for sleep. And then, dear God, from out of the twofold / darkness, red / As if from the womb the moon arises, as if the twin-walled darkness / had bled / In one great spasm of birth and given us this new, red moon-rise / Which lies on the knees of the darkness bloody, and makes us hide our / eyes.