There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.

The dandelion's pallid tube/ Astonishes the grass,/ And winter instantly becomes/ An infinite alas.

I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

My first recollection is that of a bugle call.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.