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Out of the lawn Green's withdrawn;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 [...]