I It is dark in the sky, And silence is where Our laughs rang high; And recall do I That One is out there. II The dawn is not nigh, And the trees are bare, And the waterways sigh That a year has drawn by, And Two are out there. III The wind drops to die Like the phantom of Care Too frail for a cry, And heart brings to eye That Three are out there. IV This Life runs dry That once ran rare And rosy in dye, And fleet the days fly, And Four are out there. V Tired, tired am I Of this earthly air, And my wraith asks: Why, Since these calm lie, Are not Five out there? December 1915.