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Robert Laurence Binyon - Dark Wind
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In the middle of the night, waking, I was aware
 Of the Wind like one riding through black wastes of the air,
 Moodily riding, ever faster, he recked not where.

 The windows rattled aloud: a door clashed and sprang;
 And the ear in fear waited to feel the inert clang
 Strike the shaken darkness, a cruelty and a pang.

 I was hurt with pity of things that have no will of their own,
 Lifted in lives of others and cast on bruising stone:
 I feared the Wind, coming a power from worlds unknown.

 It was like a great ship now, abandoned, her crew dead,
 Driving in gulfs of sky; it staggered above and sped;
 I lay in the deeps and heard it rushing over my head.

 And the helpless shaking of window and door`s desolate rebound
 Seemed like tossing and lifting of bodies lost and drowned
 In the huge indifferent swell, in the waters` wandering sound.
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