Representative Poetry Online

Random Poem of the Day

1A faint wind, blowing from World's End,
2    Made strange the city street.
3A strange sound mingled in the fall
4    Of the familiar feet.
5Something unseen whirled with the leaves
6    To tap on door and sill.
7Something unknown went whispering by
8    Even when the wind was still.
9And men looked up with startled eyes
10    And hurried on their way,
11As if they had been called, and told
12    How brief their day.