Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS, by LUCY AIKEN Poet's Biography First Line: Ye loud-howling tempests, fell roamers of night Last Line: And quench my thanksgiving in tears. Alternate Author Name(s): Aikin, Lucy Subject(s): Night; Bedtime | ||||||||
YE loud-howling tempests, fell roamers of night, O cease your intrusion, and leave me to rest! I drink-in the terrors you waft in your flight, And I feel a rude chill at my breast. In fancy I stand on the surf-beaten shore; I view the tost vessel that reels on the waves; I hear the wild shriek and the groan -- but 'tis over; It died 'mid the rocks and the caves. Yet the slumber of infancy smiles at the blast: Deep draw'st thou, young orphan, thy innocent breath; Lulled even by the voice of the Spoiler that past To whelm thy lost father in death. I see the fierce storm sweep the snow on the moor; It flies in dim eddies bewildering and chill; Ah, traveller! thy death-bed's the wilderness hoar, Thy tomb is the drift of the hill. I hear the poor exile, forgotten, forlorn, Who breathes from Siberia his famishing prayer; And I shrink at the merciless blast of her morn, That blights the cold home of despair. O! never at my ease may I fancy a charm In the voice of the tempest that beats not on me; Never enliven my safety with scenes of alarm, Composed by the rage of the sea! No; be cheerless my musings, be broken my rest; Let the outcry of nature sound sad in my ears:... Such pitiless pleasure I chase from my breast, And quench my thanksgiving in tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE POEM TO BE READ AT 3 A.M by DONALD JUSTICE ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN DIRGE FOR THE LATE JAMES CURRIE, M.D., OF LIVERPOOL by LUCY AIKEN |
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