The Wind

All night the fierce wind blew --

All night I knew

Time, like a dark wind, blowing

All days, all lives, all memories

Down empty, endless skies --

A blind wind, strowing

Bright leaves of life's torn tree

Through blank eternity:

Dreadfully swift, Time blew.

All night I knew

The outrush of its going.

At dawn a thin rain wept.

Worn out, I slept

And woke to a fair morning.

My days were amply long, and I content

In their accomplishment --

Lost the wind's warning.