Madison Julius Cawein

A Voice on the Wind Madison Julius Cawein

Book Excerpt: ...wind sounds and sighs; Then in the woods again it cries, The owlet cries; A shivering voice that calls in fright, In maundering fright: "Who is it, who is it, who?Who walks with a shuffling shoe, 'Mid the gusty trees, With a face none sees, And a form as ghostly too? Who, who, who!Who is it, who is it, who?"IIIWhen midnight leans a listening earAnd tinkles on her insect lutes; When 'mid the roots the cricket flutes, And marsh and mere, now far, now near, A jack-o'-lantern foots; Then o'er the pool again it hoots, The owlet hoots; A voice that shivers as with fear, That cries in fear: "Who is it, who is it, who?Who creeps with his glow-worm crewAbove the mire With a corpse-light fire, As only dead men do? Who, who, who!Who is it, who is it