Scottish Poetry Selection
- In The Night
In The NightUpon 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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