What it was that troubled me went by, With a great wind that went with a great roar; And there were mountains... and a road... and I, And fields—and stars, where nothing was before. The road had left the town so far behind That all there was of town had fallen away, Where roads and winter fields were all but blind With darkness coming over the ends of day.
Whatever it was that troubled me was gone, When I turned back, with starlight sifting down Gray in the road_ that I was walking on; And a great wind strode with-me into town, With a great shout that might have been my name, And all the stars behind.me as.I care.—Davip Boston in "The Netion."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.