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Arthur Symons - Wind At Night
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The night was full of wind that ran 
Like a strong blind distracted man 
About the fields in the loud rain; 
The night was full of the wind`s pain. 

I looked into the naked air, 
Only the crying wind was there, 
In wet invisible torment, tossed 
About the darkness like a ghost.
 
My thought in me cried out and sought 
Only, like wind, to fly from thought; 
But like my thought the wind could find 
Nowhere to hide out of the wind.
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