  I have been, where never man went, With the grey wind: Far from the gorse and the wet earth scent I have been. I have seen, what no man hath seen With the grey wind: I have cowered down his knees between: I have seen. I have heard, what no man hath heard With the grey wind: The dry leaves crackle and snap at his word I have heard. I have heard, and I watched them fly All the wild leaves In a hustled crowd, to the stormy sky, At his word. And they swept in a whirlwind wan, Churned by his breath, Out to the windways, where never sun shone, Forth they swept. Whiles they leapt in a maddened dance, Swung scatterwise; Eddied and swirled to a swift advance Till they crept Spent and worn, in their frenzied fear, Leaves of brown-gold Chittering feebly in masses sere, Crazed and slow: And I know, what never man knew, Those poor dead leaves Are the souls of men the grey wind slew— This I know. |
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