It is getting dark and time he drew to a… But the blizzard blinds him to any house… The storm gets down his neck in an icy s… That sucks his breath like a wicked cat… The snow blows on him and off him, exert…

(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of woo… Throws down in front of us is not bar Our passage to our journey’s end for goo… But just to ask us who we think we are

That far-off day the leaves in flight Were letting in the colder light. A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust

The grade surmounted, we were riding hig… Through level mountains nothing to the e… But scrub oak, scrub oak and the lack of… That kept the oaks from getting any girt… But as through the monotony we ran,

There were three in the meadow by the br… Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks u… With an eye always lifted toward the wes… Where an irregular, sun-bordered cloud Darkly advanced with a perpetual dagger

To start the world of old We had one age of gold Not labored out of mines, And some say there are signs The second such has come,

To Time it never seems that he is brave To set himself against the peaks of snow To lay them level with the running wave, Nor is he overjoyed when they lie low, But only grave, contemplative and grave.

Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing there for… Holding open a restive door, Looking down hill to a frothy shore?

Will the blight end the chestnut? The farmers rather guess not. It keeps smouldering at the roots And sending up new shoots Till another parasite

EVEN the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on earth, in paradise; And where they sought without the sword

Let chaos storm! Let cloud shapes swarm! I wait for form.