| 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... |