The Night was creeping on the ground! She crept and did not make a sound, Until she reached the tree: And then She covered it, and stole again Along the grass beside the wall! -- I heard the rustling of her shawl As she threw blackness everywhere Along the sky, the ground, the air, And in the room where I was hid! But, no matter what she did To everything that was without, She could not put my candle out! So I stared at the Night! And she Stared back solemnly at me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH by WILLIAM COWPER SONNET: 42 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ODE TO THE MAGUIRE by EOCHADH O'HUSSEY AT LORD'S [CRICKET GROUND] by FRANCIS THOMPSON BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR LILIES: 13. 'LET US NEVER COMFORT EACH OTHER INTO SLEEP' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |