In the company of crows
at the day's end
with no one about,
Their harsh, despairing cries
echo from the empty woods
across the melting snow.
Yet as the sunset shadows
reach my boots a gold
deliberate happiness
Overtakes the sky and I
hear once again
the cause of praise
With no one about
at the day's end
in the company of crows.
—with a term from Yeats describing Keats.
