The Grey Wind

I have been, where never man went,

With the grey wind:

Far from the gorse and the wet earth scent

I have been.

I have seen, what no man hath seen

With the grey wind:

I have cowered down his knees between:

I have seen.

I have heard, what no man hath heard

With the grey wind:

The dry leaves crackle and snap at his word

I have heard.

I have heard, and I watched them fly

All the wild leaves

In a hustled crowd, to the stormy sky,

At his word.

And they swept in a whirlwind wan,

Churned by his breath,

Out to the windways, where never sun shone,

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