Poem by Archibald Lampman

Midnight

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 peakèd 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 beast that groans,
Or of the wind that whistles wild, 
         Or of the tree 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. 

1. Forest Moods
2. Distance
3. Heat
4. An Impression
5. Why Do Ye Call the Poet Lonely

Annie Fields Midnight ("NIGHT, with thy passionless stars!")

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