Charles George Douglas Roberts (Чарльз Джордж Дуглас Робертс)

Monition

   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.

1. The Potato Harvest
2. At the Gates of Spring
3. Twilight on Sixth Avenue at Ninth Street
4. Afoot
5. The Frosted Pane

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