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...