phantom miniver "A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead; They are quiet, as under the sea. Overhead, overhead Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, Even so." 000928 ... Barrett Fall to your knees and bow to the Phantom Lord! 000928 ... sarpedon Years of stagnation Remaining at peace Hanging in the limbs Swaying in the wind The spark of life Ignites the fire Inspires the soul Having suffered the burn Ready for new life Grows out once again Alive just once more 000928 what's it to you? who go blather from