A faint wind, blowing from World's End, <br />Made strange the city street. <br />A strange sound mingled in the fall <br />Of the familiar feet. <br />Something unseen whirled with the leaves <br />To tap on door and sill. <br />Something unknown went whispering by <br />Even when the wind was still. <br />And men looked up with startled eyes <br />And hurried on their way, <br />As if they had been called, and told <br />How brief their day.<br /><br />Sir Charles GD Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monition-2/
