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What is that calling on the wind
that never seems a moment still?
That moves in darkness like a hand
of many fingers taken chill?
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12/4/2025 11:59:08 PM # 1.0.0
This poem is marked by an objectivity of tone which makes his murder of her more chilling. Was it an act of passion or cold fury? You don't tell us, but the closing stanza shows the righteous Furied are uopn him and they will not let go. The darkness he senses will eventually envelope him and her fairness in his memory will offer neither refuge nor relief.