A cloud was on the mind of men, and wailing went the
Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys
This is the tale of those old fears, even of those empty hells,
And none but you shall understand the true thing that it
The doubts that drove us through the nigh as we two talked
And day had broken on the streets e'er it broke on the brain.
in his dedication to E.C Bentley in the Man who was Thursday