I THE NIGHT LIGHT She always had to bum a light Beside her attic bed at night It gave bad dreams and broken sleep. But helped the Lord her soul to keep Good gloom on her was thrown away. It is on me by night or day, Who have, as I suppose, ahead The darkest of it still to dread. II. WERE I IN TROUBLE Where I could think of no thoioughfare, Away on the mountain up far too high, A blinding headlight shifted glare And began to bounce down a granite stair Like a star fresh fallen out of the sky And I away in my opposite wood Am touched by that unintimate light And made feel less alone than I rightly should. For traveler there could do me no good Were I m trouble with night tonight. III. BRAVADO Have I not walked without an upwaid look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took. IV. ON MAKING CERTAIN ANYTHING HAS HAPPENED I could be worse employed Than as watcher of the void Whose part should be to tell What star if any fell. Suppose some seed-pearl sun Should be the only one. Yet still I must report Some cluster one star short. I should justly hesitate To frighten church or state By announcing a star down From say the Cross or Crown. To make sure what star I missed I should have to check on my list Every star in sight. It might take me all night. V. IN THE LONG NIGHT I would build my house of crystal With a solitary friend Where the cold cracks like a pistol And the needle stands on end. We would pour oil on the ingle And for want of books recite. We would crawl out filing single To observe the Northern Light. If Etookashoo and Couldlooktoo The Esquimaux should call, There would be fish raw and cooked too And enough drink oil for all. As one rankly warm insider To another I would say, We can rest assured on eider There will come another day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STORY OF SEVENTY-SIX by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A CAROL: STANDARD OF THE CROSS by HARRIET BREWER RECOMPENSE by HAZEL CANNON BRINSON A SOUL'S TRAGEDY; A DRAMA by ROBERT BROWNING TIME'S HAND IS KIND by MARGARET E. BRUNER HORACE: SONG AT THE END OF ACT 2 by PIERRE CORNEILLE A QUESTION: 2; SONNET by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK AN EPITAPH UPON MR. ASHTON A COMFORTABLE CITIZEN by RICHARD CRASHAW |