Do not believe in this night:
The stars are not central enigmatic gold;
But sulphur, yellow and old
And ash white.

The sky is ragged and patched
To hide the holes clawed out by clamorous birds;
Do not trust their words
Dæmon-hatched.

Go no nearer:
Earth is a shell where only shadows toss—
Tattered ghosts blown across
A cracked mirror.