A faint wind, blowing from World's End, br Made strange the city street. br A strange sound mingled in the fall br Of the familiar feet. br Something unseen whirled with the leaves br To tap on door and sill. br Something unknown went whispering by br Even when the wind was still. br And men looked up with startled eyes br And hurried on their way, br As if they had been called, and told br How brief their day.