From where I sit, I see the stars, And down the chilly floor The moon between the frozen bars Is glimmering dim and hoar. Without in many a peakéd mound The glinting snowdrifts lie; There is no voice or living sound; The embers slowly die. Yet some wild thing is in mine ear; I hold my breath and hark; Out of the depth I seem to hear A crying in the dark; No sound of man or wife or child, No sound of beast that groans, Or of the wind that whistles wild, Or of the tree that moans: I know not what it is I hear; I bend my head and hark: I cannot drive it from mine ear, That crying in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN TO A FOIL'D EUROPEAN REVOLUTIONAIRE by WALT WHITMAN INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES AD S. ANGELUM CUSTODEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY, SELECTION by AMBROSE BIERCE |