Saturday, October 6, 2012

O what dark wind

O what dark wind worries these funeral leaves
and sets them rattling under a scowling moon?
The most withered and aged tremble and fall
when touched by the cold wraiths of autumn
who drift unseen through the shuddering weeds
to bring fragrant sighs from the dying world
and to wail with banshee voices in the night.

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