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A NIGHT OF TERROR, 1870, by                     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!





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