The Rendezvous
A lonely barn, lost in a field of weeds; A fallen fence, where partly hangs a gate: The skies are darkening and the hour is late; The Indian dusk comes, red in rainy beads. Along a path, which from a woodland leads, Horsemen come riding who dismount and wait: Here Anarchy conspires with Crime and Hate, And Madness masks and on its business speeds. Another Kuklux in another war Of blacker outrage down the night they ride, Brandishing a torch and gun before each farm. Is Law asleep then? Does she fear? Where are The servants of her strength, the Commonweath's pride? And where the steel of her restraining arm?
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"A lonely barn, lost in a field of weeds;..."
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