A Watch Of The Night
by Bayard Taylor
Blow, winds of midnight, blow!
The clouds, fast-flying, chase
Across the pallid face
Of yonder moon, and go!
Sweep, as ye list, the land:
Hurl down the heavy corn,
And wrench the trees forlorn
That struggle where they stand!
Though mighty to destroy,
To me ye bring no fear;
But in your voice I hear
An echo of my joy.
Life -- life to me ye bring:
The precious soul, that takes
Its life from mine, awakes,
And soon will crown me king.
I stand with silent breath,
To hear one little cry
Ring through the roaring sky,
And worlds of Life and Death.
Wake, timid soul, and be!
Two Fathers wait thy birth:
The love of Heaven and Earth
Stands by to welcome thee!
Source:
The Poet's JournalCopyright 1863
Ticknor and Fields, Boston