 | The Poems of Robert Fergusson |  |
ON NIGHT.
Now murky shades surround the pole;Darkness lords without controul;
To the notes of buzzing owl
Lions roar, and tygers howl.
Fright'ning from their azure shrine,
Stars that wont in orbs to shine:
Now the sailor's storm-tost bark
Knows no blest celestial mark,
While, in the briny troubled deep,
Dolphins change their sport for sleep:
Ghosts, and frightful spectres gaunt,
Church-yards dreary footsteps haunt,
And brush, with wither'd arms, the dews
That fall upon the drooping yews.
| The Poems of Robert Fergusson | |