Excerpt from Studies in Rhyme and Rhythm Dark and red as a winter sun The field of slaughter lies: The wind makes moan as it doth run Across the frighted skies. Like a lost soul distraught it flies It wanders wild, but finds no rest, For red with blood is the brown earth's And the air is filled with dying cries, And all the world's unblest. Down the mirk sky the sun doth sink In angry mood, blood red It stains the field and river-brink, And stirs the sickly dead. It gleams on many a knightly head, And glints on cap of common groom: It jests with death, and laughs at doom, And lights the wandering soul late-sped, That gropes in unknown gloom. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.