In the middle of the night, waking, I was aware <br />Of the Wind like one riding through black wastes of the air, <br />Moodily riding, ever faster, he recked not where. <br /> <br />The windows rattled aloud: a door clashed and sprang; <br />And the ear in fear waited to feel the inert clang <br />Strike the shaken darkness, a cruelty and a pang. <br /> <br />I was hurt with pity of things that have no will of their own, <br />Lifted in lives of others and cast on bruising stone: <br />I feared the Wind, coming a power from worlds unknown. <br /> <br />It was like a great ship now, abandoned, her crew dead, <br />Driving in gulfs of sky; it staggered above and sped; <br />I lay in the deeps and heard it rushing over my head. <br /> <br />And the helpless shaking of window and door's desolate rebound <br />Seemed like tossing and lifting of bodies lost and drowned <br />In the huge indifferent swell, in the waters' wandering sound.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-wind-2/
