Between the midnight pillars of black elms The old moon hangs, a thin, cold, amber flame Over low ghostly mist: a lone snipe wheels Through shadowy moonshine, droning: and there steals Into my heart a fear without a name Out of primaeval night's resurgent realms, Unearthly terror, chilling me with dread As I lie waking wide-eyed on the bed. And then you turn towards me in your sleep Murmuring, and with a sigh of deep content You nestle to my breast; and over me Steals the warm peace of you; and, all fear spent, I hold you to me sleeping quietly, Till I, too, sink in slumber sound and deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS THE GREAT FIGURE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |