Bonthrop

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...