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 peakéd 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 3 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A FARMHOUSE DIRGE by ALFRED AUSTIN TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE DOGS ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS by CLARISSA BUCKLIN |