Author John Frederick Nims Nothing first-hand. I'm not your Saul. No burst Of the Unendurable Dazzlement. Never durst Claim more than a thrilling hunch: swirled autumn air, Moon's stealth, or ado in the leaves ā shhh! Someone there? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments