Andtheshadowsbegantoflickerandflee，Andtheyflewthroughthewoodallflatteringandfluttering，Overthedeadleavesflickeringandmuttering。
Andhesaidtothewind，“Come，follow;come，follow，Withwhistleandpipe，andrustleandhollo。”
Andthewindwoundroundathisdesire，Asifhehadbeenthegoldcockonthespire。
Andthecockitselfflewdownfromthechurch，Andleftthefarmersallinthelurch。
Theyrunandtheyfly，theycreepandtheycome，Everything，everything，allandsome。