The lyric is by poet Judith Earnshaw (1965). I sang the melody evoking chant-like, emotional supplications with a nod to polyharmonics and the appealing hypnotic beat and mood of MWIC’s dreamy and alluring mix as my backing.

For I am he who chimes the hourstruck night
Outside your window in the stark mooned street
And I have battered out my reels of sight
To watch you bar your shutters from the sleet

And I have webbed your hair from my piled brands
Drawn like four swords of the Apocalypse
And I have seized your shadow in my hands
And dropped it gasping after the eclipse

I gong the numbers of your lovers passing
And burn their image at the hour of grace
Praying I shall catch you at some crossing
And pull the arrows from your haloed face