It was midnight
   the midnight tolling
   It was midnight
   October Thursday
   It was Nineteen Nineeteentwentyeight
   It was a male or rather a female
   He came and the Autumn leaves were falling
   in stillness, silvery stillness
   he had a savage name
   and the steel shining blue
   he had a hoarse laughing
   in a silvery pool
   a fleshing vassel in the sun
   from the Southern Seas
   a ghostly wandering alone
   in undistinguished seas
   The torches, the flames and the shadows
   the wind, its moaning and the dazzling lights
   he came, the wind...
   oh, the Southern West wind...