MEMENTO MORI
... A New Poem by V. H. Friedlaender Last night I went to dinner with a friend. He was not home from town his train was late. A servant left me in a large chill room, An unused room on which the dark crept down. Beyond gaunt window-panes the garden lay Grey in the dusk, old, palsied with the wind And beyond that stark, haunted forest trees Gibbered and shook with desolate, countless age. Dust, ...