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IX
[I sit up here at midnight]
I sit up here at midnight,
The wind is in the street,
The rain besieges the windows
Like the sound of many feet.
The wind is in the street,
The rain besieges the windows
Like the sound of many feet.
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I see the street lamps flicker,
I see them wink and fail,
The streets are wet and empty,
It blows an easterly gale.
I see them wink and fail,
The streets are wet and empty,
It blows an easterly gale.
Some think of the fisher skipper
Beyond the Inchcape stone;
But I of the fisher woman
That lies at home alone.
Beyond the Inchcape stone;
But I of the fisher woman
That lies at home alone.
She raises herself on her elbow
And watches the firelit floor;
Her eyes are bright with terror,
Her heart beats fast and sore.
And watches the firelit floor;
Her eyes are bright with terror,
Her heart beats fast and sore.
Between the roar of the flurries,
When the tempest holds his breath
She holds her breathing also—
It is all as still as death.
When the tempest holds his breath
She holds her breathing also—
It is all as still as death.
She can hear the cinders dropping,
The cat that purrs in its sleep—
The foolish fisher woman!
Her heart is on the deep.
The cat that purrs in its sleep—
The foolish fisher woman!
Her heart is on the deep.
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