The Wind

What is there left? The wind makes answer “I saw the green leaves grow brown and fall; I danced with the shadows, I the dancer Among bare branches. For I,” he saith, “Hear the thin music whistle and call, Music, horn-music, the music of death.”

“There stands at the edge of the wood the player Dark in the darkness, but I have seen, Ere my feet were lifted, the branches stir. Darker than dark, than light more fair, Before I have come he slips between; But I, the dancer,” wind saith, “do not care.”

“The leaves have fallen and who shall discover What there is left in the blackened tree? And who will know when the years are over, Among bare branches if I,” wind saith, “Dance where the shadows and music be, Music, horn-music, the music of death?”