Here you will find the Poem Monition of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
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.