Weather and time, time and weather
Shriveled the wall, crumbled and chinking,
Raised the top log, the lower sinking,
Opening a space between upper and nether,
Making a crack for inside to look out
And outside to peer wonderingly in;
Peer wonderingly in where I am sleeping,
Trouble the dark, harry and flout
Slumberer from sleep, cricket from neeping.
But who on an evening at a quarter past seven
Stared from dusk and weight of heaven?
Mars hung bright in the Wolfpen sky
And glared and met me eye to eye.
Mars looked in and routed me out.