It was midnight the midnight tolling It was midnight October Thursday It was Nineteen Nineeteentwentyeight It was a male or rather a female He came and the Autumn leaves were falling in stillness, silvery stillness he had a savage name and the steel shining blue he had a hoarse laughing in a silvery pool a fleshing va**el in the sun from the Southern Seas a ghostly wandering alone in undistinguished seas The torches, the flames and the shadows the wind, its moaning and the dazzling lights he came, the wind... oh, the Southern West wind...