Monition

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

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