I LAY in dusky solitude reclined,
The shadow of sleep just hovering o’er mine eyes,
When from the cloudland in the western skies
Rose the strange breathings of a tremulous wind.
As sound upborne o’er water, through some blind,
Mysterious forest, so this wind did rise.
Laden, methought, with half-articulate sighs,
Wafted like spirit-memories o’er the mind.
Then the night deepened; through my window-bars
I saw the gray clouds billowing fast and free,
Smit by the splendor of the solemn stars.
Then the night deepened; wind and cloud became
A blended tumult, crossed by spears of flame,
While the great pines moaned like a moaning sea.
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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