Clouds Of The Autumn Night
Clouds of the autumn night, Under the hunter's moon,-- Ghostly and windy white,-- Whither, like leaves wild strewn, Take ye your stormy flight? Out of the west, where dusk, From her rich windowsill, Leaned with a wand of tusk, Witch-like, and wood and hill Phantomed with mist and musk. Into the east, where morn Sleeps in a shadowy close, Shut with a gate of horn, 'Round which the dreams she knows Flutter with rose and thorn. Blow from the west, oh, blow, Clouds that the tempest steers! And with your rain and snow Bear of my heart the tears, And of my soul the woe. Into the east then pass, Clouds that the night winds sweep! And on her grave's sear grass, There where she lies asleep. There let them fall, alas!
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