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
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,
As if they had been called, and told
How brief their day.
Short yet insightful telling life is short and men being apprehensive hurried their way to see if their time is up to depart.........phenomenal piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem has an element of mysticism which hints at the life's journey from one end to the other. Great poem.