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...