Scottish Poetry Selection
- In The Night

This poem by Walter Wingate almost makes lying awake at night an attractive proposition!

In The Night

Upon my wooing sleep had frowned:
  And hour by hour along the night
I lay and watched the ebb of sound
  That comes behind the ebb of light.

I heard the murmur of the street
  Disintegrate and die away:
The clink of solitary feet
  Took character, sedate and gay.

Then little noises in the dark
  Came whispering to my window panes;
A stir of wind - a distant bark -
  The music of mysterious trains.

The ebb was brief; and long before
  The rain-retarded day was born,
New surges cast upon the shore
  The strange sweet cheerfulness of morn

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