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Clouds of the autumn night, / Under the hunter's moon, -- / Ghostly and windy white, -- / Whither, like leaves wild strewn, / Take ye your stormy flight?
Out of the west, where dusk, / From her rich windowsill, / Leaned with a wand of tusk, / Witch-like, and wood and hill / Phantomed with mist and musk.
Into the east, where morn / Sleeps in a shadowy close, / Shut with a gate of horn, / 'Round which the dreams she knows / Flutter with rose and thorn.
Blow from the west, oh, blow, / Clouds that the tempest steers! / And with your rain and snow / Bear of my heart the tears, / And of my soul the woe.
Into the east then pass, / Clouds that the night winds sweep! / And on her grave's sear grass, / There where she lies asleep. / There let them fall, alas!