We Meet In An Evil Land That Is Near To The Gates Of Hell. I Wait For Thy Command To Serve, To Speed Or Withstand. And Thou Sayest, I Do Not Well? Oh Love, The Flowers So Red Are Only Tongues Of Flame, The Earth Is Full Of The Dead, The New-Killed, Restless Dead. There Is Danger Beneath And O'Erhead. And I Guard Thy Gates In Fear Of Words Thou Canst Not Hear, Of Peril And Jeopardy, Of Signs Thou Canst Not See, And Thou Sayest 'Tis Ill That I Came?