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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOME: 4. MIDNIGHT, by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Between the midnight pillars of black elms
Last Line: Till I, too, sink in slumber sound and deep.
Subject(s): Home
First Line: Between the midnight pillars of black elms
Last Line: Till I, too, sink in slumber sound and deep.
Subject(s): Home
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.
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