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 George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monition/
