Scented.

Tingley, The Rendez-Vous, 1903

Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper

In the stillness of the moor. In the gray sky

A flock of wild birds follows;

Slanting over gloomy waters.

Turmoil. In decayed hut

The spirit of putrescence flutters with black wings.

Crippled birches in the autumn wind.

Evening in deserted tavern. The way home is scented all around

By the soft gloom of grazing herds;

Apparition of the night; toads plunge from brown waters.

Georg Trakl