The House of the Titans and other Poems

Have they the same enchantment, these children straying In streets where electric moonlight and scintillating rose Shed blooms on the ashen air, as those other children Crouched in trance under hedgerows where hawthorn thickens its snows;

Or those others, who under a real moon and stars Move to deeper wonder in themselves, who are still, Who touch each other but gently, lest they break the magic That makes them one with it on the night-shadowy hill.