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- THERE'S a wind to-night in the apple-trees,
- My father below has turned his keys,
- But how up there shall I sleep at ease--
- There's a wind to-night in the apple-trees?
- Far off, beyond my half-shut doors
- The clock ticks slowly, with never a pause.
- In the darkness I hear the fluttering blind;
- I will go to the window, what shall I find?
- O, fearfully still is the moonlit ride
- Where apple blossom falls like a tide:
- But can that be a storm-blown shadow, see,
- That moves like a robber from tree to tree?
- I can see him too at the high road edge
- There, where the blossom blows over the hedge!
- What a snow of moonlit blossom! Hark!
- There's a dog in the village beginning to bark.
- While calmly beyond my half-shut doors
- The clock ticks slowly with never a pause.
- Godfrey Elton
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