a wind has blown the rain away and blown

the sky away and all the leaves away,

and the trees stand.   I think i too have known

autumn too long

(and what have you to say,

wind wind wind—did you love somebody

and have you the petal of somewhere in your heart

pinched from dumb summer?

O crazy daddy

of death dance cruelly for us and start

the last leaf whirling in the final brain

of air!)Let us as we have seen see

doom's integration . . . . . . . . . a wind has blown the rain

away and the leaves and the sky and the

trees stand:

the trees stand.   The trees,

suddenly wait against the moon's face.