wraith Q The Wraith Incomprehensible gaiety and dread Attended what we did. Behind, before, Lay all the lonely pastures of the dead; The spirit and the flesh cried for more. We two, together, on a darkening day Took arms against our own obscurity. Did each become the other in that play? She laughed me out, and then she laughed me in; In the deep middle of ourselves we lay; When glory failed, we danced upon a pin. The valley rocked beneath the granite hill; Our souls looked forth, and the great day stood still. There was a body, and it cast a spell,— God pity those but wanton to the knees,— The flesh can make the spirit visible; We woke to find the moonlight on our toes. In the rich weather of a dappled wood We played with dark and light as children should. What shape leaped forward at the sensual cry?— Sea-beast or bird flung toward the ravaged shore? Did space shake off an angel with a sigh? We rose to meet the moon, and saw no more. It was and was not she, a shape alone, Impaled on light, and whirling slowly down. Part 3 of "Four for Sir John Davies" in "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke, 1953 000919 what's it to you? who go blather from