The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

MONITION


 

A FAINT wind, blowing from World’s End,
    Made strange the city street.
A strange sound mingled in the fall
    Of the familiar feet.

Something unseen whirled with the leaves

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    To tap on door and sill.
Something unknown went whispering by
    Even when the wind was still.

And men looked up with startled eyes
    And hurried on their way,

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As if they had been called, and told
    How brief their day.