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 vassel 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...