I saw the human millions as the sand <br />Unruffled on the starlit wilderness. <br />The day was near, and every star grew less <br />In universal dawn. Then woke a band <br />Of wheeling winds, and made a mighty stress <br />Of morning weather; and still wilder went <br />O'er shifting plains, till, in their last excess, <br />A whirlwind whirled across the whirling land. <br />Heaven blackened over it; a voice of woes <br />Foreran it; the great noise of clanging foes <br />Hurtled behind; beneath the earth was rent, <br />And howling Death, like an uncaverned beast, <br />Leaped from his lair. Meanwhile morn oped the East, <br />And thro' the dusty tumult God arose.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-avenir/
