From where I sit, I see the stars,
And down the chilly floor
The moon between the frozen bars
Is glimmering dim and hoar.
Without in many a peaked mound
The glinting snowdrifts lie;
There is no voice or living sound;
The embers slowly die.
Yet some wild thing is in mine ear;
I hold my breath and hark;
Out of the depth I seem to hear
A crying in the dark:
No sound of man or wife or child,
No sound of beasts that groans,
Or of the wind that whistles wild,
Or of the trees that moans:
I know not what it is I hear;
I bend my head and hark:
I cannot drive it from mine ear,
That crying in the dark.
Midnight
Archibald Lampman
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Poem topics: breath, child, moon, wife, wind, voice, head, frozen, depth, hold, floor, dark, wild, hear, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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GuileWeaver: Excellent imagery and meter. Very dark and Lovecraftian .
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