Naked night; black elms, pallid and streaming sky! br Alone with the passion of the Wind, br In a hollow of stormy sound lost and alone am I, br On beaten earth a lost, unmated mind, br Marvelling at the stars, few, strange, and bright, br That all this dark assault of surging air, br Wrenching the rooted wood, hunting the cloud of night, br As if it would tear all and nothing spare, br Leaves supreme in the height.