(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

The Villain

While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed wher'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had tottering knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong--
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.

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This is one of the finest poems dealing with perspective.
Evil comes unexpectedly