Wind again, wheels and feet louder. Wind again--again again A drop ofrain, flat into the dust. Drop! -- Drop! thick heavy raindrops, and a shrieking wind bending the great trees and wrenching off their leave Under the black sky, bowed and dripping with rain, up Tilbury road comes the procession. A funeral procession, bound for the graveyard at Wayfleet. Feet and wheels-- feet and wheels. And among them one who is carried The bones in the deep, still earth shiver and pull. there is a quiver through the rotted stake. Then stake and bones fall together in a little puffing of dust Like meshes of linked steel the rain shuts down behind the procession, now well along the wayfleet road He wavers like smoke in the buffeting wind. His fingers blow out like smokeWind again, wheels and feet louder. Wind again -- again -- again. A drop of rain, flat into the dust. Drop! -- Drop! Thick heavy raindrops, and a shrieking wind bending the great trees and wrenching off their leaves. Under the black sky, bowed and dripping with rain, up Tilbury road, comes the procession. A funeral procession, bound for the graveyard at Wayfleet. Feet and wheels -- feet and wheels. And among them one who is carried. The bones in the deep, still earth shiver and pull. There is a quiver through the rotted stake. Then stake and bones fall together in a little puffing of dust. Like meshes of linked steel the rain shuts down behind the procession, now well along the Wayfleet road. He wavers like smoke in the buffeting wind. His fingers blow out like smoke