THE NIGHT WATCH
by: Danske Dandridge (1854-1914)
- SHROUDED woman sits through the
dark night
- Upon the old roots of an oak, alone;
- She hears the wind; she sees no point of light:
- She rocks herself, and cries, and maketh moan.
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- The night grows wilder, and the owl is out,
- The field-mice tremble to his shivering cry,
- The mad wind beats the homeless leaves about,
- Thin shapes of evil souls are hurtled by.
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- She moans as one that mutters in his sleep,
- With cold and writhen lips that dully rave:
- Lo, I have murdered Love and lain him deep.
- And I must sit and watch beside his grave.
"The Night Watch" is reprinted
from Joy and Other Poems. Danske Dandridge. New York:
G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1900. |
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