The Winds

the winds neigh horse-like a wild horse to-night the dews they fall on flowers bent cold and then warm to-night the clouds they dance and music make they be in orchestra ah! for the heavens they as for them like the orchestras and after all these orchestras as of night be as of Ocean and sea and gulping caves that hoot around. scream the high bats scream the white spumes scream the high rocks and sleep and dream the water's edges high and low they dance the Song of Morgue the Song of Night and in the mirror of the Night glisten fiery red their burning eyes. the rains they bend they sag from clouds they drone they swell they go around and in that dark distribute their sound Anon, anon, as to a rock Prometheus bound his groans are heard then comes with book of magic too Merlin with his beard. in dreams how much looks as in day but more looks far away some little further some further still some other day. and all the while two civilizations lie themselves side by side and into Motion and his love Time they wash and glide: for the winds neigh horse-like a wild horse to-night