The Wind Sprang Up at Four O'Clock

The wind sprang up at four o'clock

The wind sprang up and broke the bells

Swinging between life and death

Here, in death's dream kingdom

The waking echo of confusing strife

Is it a dream or something else

When the surface of the blackened river

Is a face that sweats with tears?

I saw across the blackened river

The camp fire shake with alien spears.

Here, across death's other river

The Tartar horsemen shake their spears.