Frank Dempster Sherman


At Midnight

by Frank Dempster Sherman

See, yonder, the belfry tower
That gleams in the moon's pale light;
Or is it a ghostly flower
That dreams in the silent night?

I listen and hear the chime
Go quavering o'er the town,
And out of this flower of Time
Twelve petals are wafted down.


Lyrics For A Lute
Copyright 1890
Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin, and Company