The night with its queer, dark noises Lifts its velvet head to the dew, While the thief in the barnyard browses, And the clouds roll by, ever new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYERS by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN NATURE DISPLAYED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |