How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights --When People have put out the LightsAnd everything that has an InnCloses hishisthe shutter and goes in --How pompous the Wind must feel NoonsStepping to incorporeal TunesCorrecting errors of the skyAnd clarifying sceneryHow mighty the Wind must feel MornsEncamping on a thousand dawnsEspousing each and spurning allThen soaring to his TurretTurretTemple Tall --