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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A NIGHT OF TERROR, 1870, by VICTOR GUSTAVE PLARR Poet's Biography First Line: They woke me up, for my small eyes were tight Last Line: And, on the night of terror, childhood ceased! Subject(s): Night; Terror; War; Bedtime | |||
They woke me up, for my small eyes were tight Shut in night's first sweet sleep. 'We waken you,' They whispered, 'to behold the strangest sight: The seeing of such sights is given to few!' Far off upon the horizon's verge, the night, Which round our mountain hung so still and blue, Was diapered with little shoots of light That rose, and curved, and burst, as rockets do. I stirred in my small bed, and 'gan to plain Because they waked me. Then I heard them say: 'O God, the city will not live till day!' And lo, mine eyes were changed and 'gan to feast Not as in dreams or games on that bright rain, And, on the Night of Terror, childhood ceased! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BREATH OF NIGHT by RANDALL JARRELL HOODED NIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS NIGHT WITHOUT SLEEP by ROBINSON JEFFERS WORKING OUTSIDE AT NIGHT by DENIS JOHNSON POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN COOL DARK ODE by DONALD JUSTICE |
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