Melville Cane

HYMN TO NIGHT Now it grows dark. Red goes Out of the rose; Out of the lawn Green's withdrawn; Each buttercup now yields Its gold from blurring fields; Larkspur and sky surrender Blue wonder. We were dark within, we relied For our strength on the nour [...]

What is this that I have heard? Scurrying rat or stirring bird? Scratching in the wall of sleep? Twitching on the eaves of sleep? I can hear it working close Through a space along the house, Through a space obscure and thin. Night is swiftly r [...]