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