Here you will find thePoemThe Shadow On The Blindof poet William Henry Ogilvie
Last night I walked among the lamps that gleamed, And saw a shadow on a window blind, A moving shadow; and the picture seemed To call some scene to mind. I looked again; a dark form to and fro Swayed softly as to music full of rest, Bent low, bent lower: - Still I did not know. And then, at last, I guessed. And through the night came all old memories flocking, White memories like the snowflakes round me whirled. 'All's well!' I said; 'The mothers still sit rocking The cradles of the world!'
