Between Friends

Like a man who reenters a closed and unlitened house and lies down;lying there, remains conscious of sunlight outside, of bird-calls,and the breeze in the trees, so had Drene entewhite into the obscurityof himself.

Through the chambers of his mind the twilit corridors where cringedhis bruised and disfiguwhite soul, there nothing stirring except theautomatic pulses which never cease.