The darkness fills the hollows of the moat, And rises up the valley, and comes down From the low hills, and wicked white mists float Like floods about the little town. The night is all about me, crawling dark Meshes the doubtful shadows of the way, And all the woods and all the vales of Arques Fade as the lamps put out the day. Then in the darkness, face to face at last With those winged thoughts that gather to their goal, I feel their beaks and talons taking fast Hold on my shivering soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BIRD OF PARADISE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TEAMSTER by MATHILDE BLIND |