A WINDY NIGHT
The rain is done; and a great wind,
Filling the hollow night,
He shouts like a boy in an archway
And whistles with all his might.
He has blown the sky empty,
Except for the little stout
Stars, and they are flickering
As if they might go out.
All the black trees are crying;
The night is full of noise;
They are shouting under the arch of heaven
Like a school of rowdy boys.