The Night Walker

Artemis, Artemis: there is fading
Glory in her net, in the silver
Curtain that falls from sky to street.

Above roof and cornice her face
Returns behind the silver rain;
The ancient huntress walks across the night.

Sleepless, she warns and charms,
Sees the new age fallen out of the old,
New ruins where elder cities stood. Indifferent

Is she to these; she has come to warn us
That her pale life, her sterile mountains
Have outlived wars. Her arrows are unspent,

They are still falling in silver light
Above, within the city, their shadows deeper
Than any shelter on the scarred walks of earth.

She is not out being: she is wandering
Artemis who endures beyond life, she is
The light behind a cloud and has decieved
The unwary into an immoderate love of death.