Wind In The Valley

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All the valley fills with wind
As a rock-pool with the tide;
And the tumult, clashed and dinned,
Floods like waters far and wide.

The torn mainsail of the rain,
By the clutching wind strained tight,
Flaps against the window-pane,
Creaking at the mast all night.

Hands of wind are at the doors,
Feet of wind upon the roof;
Wind with dragon voices roars
Blindly, trumpeting aloof.

Mouths of wind at all the cracks
Whistle through the walls; and, hark!
Lashes clang on leaping backs
Of the horses of the dark.

© Arthur Symons