Judges' Walk

That night on Judges' Walk, the wind

Was as the voice of doom;

The Heath, a lake of darkness, lay

Silent as the tomb.

The vast night brooded, white with stars,

Above the world's unrest;

The awfulness of silence ached

like a strong heart repressed.

That night on Judges' Walk,

We walked beneath the trees,

There was a word we could not say,

Half uttered in the breeze,

That night on Judges' Walk we said

No word at all,

And now no word shall e'er be said

Before the Judgment Day.