An agitation of the air, br A perturbation of the light br Admonished me the unloved year br Would turn on its hinge that night. br br I stood in the disenchanted field br Amid the stubble and the stones br Amaded, while a small worm lisped to me br The song of my marrow-bones. br br Blue poured into summer blue, br A hawk broke from his cloudless tower, br The roof of the silo blazed, and I knew br That part of my life was forever over. br br Already the iron door of the North br Clangs open: birds,leaves,snows br Order their populations forth, br And a cruel wind blows.