'THAT NIGHT WHEN I CAME TO THE
GRANGE'
THE trees took on fantastic shapesThat night when I came to the grange; The very bushes seemed to change; This seemed a hag's head, that an ape's: The road itself seemed darkly strange That night when I came to the grange.
The storm had passed, but still the night Cloaked with deep clouds its true intent, And moody on its way now went With muttered thunder and the light,Torch-like, of lightning that was spentFlickering the mask of its intent.