Between the midnight pillars of black elms The old moon hangs, a thin, cold, amber flame Over low ghostly mist: a lone snipe wheels Through shadowy moonshine, droning: and there steals Into my heart a fear without a name Out of primaeval night's resurgent realms, Unearthly terror, chilling me with dread As I lie waking wide-eyed on the bed. And then you turn towards me in your sleep Murmuring, and with a sigh of deep content You nestle to my breast; and over me Steals the warm peace of you; and, all fear spent, I hold you to me sleeping quietly, Till I, too, sink in slumber sound and deep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 2 by MARK AKENSIDE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 55. ALLAH-AL-MATEEN by EDWIN ARNOLD SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS SONNET: YE POETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FANTASIA IN E MINOR by ELIZABETH BUSH TO THE AUTHOR OF A SONNET BEGINNING 'SAD IS MY VERSE' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |