Fiddler's Farewell/This City Wind

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4503508Fiddler's Farewell — This City WindLeonora Speyer
This City Wind

This city wind with puny strength to crawl
The town's wet streets, and furtively to tease
Loose doors and windows, making sport of these,
Comes bruised from battered jetty and sea-wall;
Comes as one limping from a sailor's brawl,
Seeking the comfort of tall roofs and trees,
With tales of dying on disastrous seas—
This city wind that is not wind at all.

Because an area-door is left ajar,
Clapping its fretful word of autumn storm,
I sense these distant tumults, half-asleep,
I know ships founder where black waters are.
What of home-bodies, lying safe and warm,
Drowning in dreams as bitter and as deep?