Gertrude Wright

“ Demons that circle under the wave,
Why are ye howling over my grave?
Back, ye fiends, back again, to the unknown;
I am a dead thing: leave me alone.
Cold are my limbs and departed my breath;
I am not living, but this is not death. ”

“ Through the labyrinths of Night.
Progeny of Doubt and Fear,
Some walk headless o’er the hills,
Some are great, eternal Wills,
Working evil everywhere,
See them winding wo-bedight
Through the labyrinths of Night. ”