Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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Night Sounds. |
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XXVI. Night Sounds.
Noises of the night!
Mystic sounds of sadness!
Whispers of delight,
Sobs, and sighs take flight,
Mixed with yells of fright
And wild howls of madness
Mystic sounds of sadness!
Whispers of delight,
Sobs, and sighs take flight,
Mixed with yells of fright
And wild howls of madness
Tempests of the night!
Echoes of the billow!
The moon pale and white
Sheds a sickly light,
And ye moan the plight
Of my lonely pillow
Echoes of the billow!
The moon pale and white
Sheds a sickly light,
And ye moan the plight
Of my lonely pillow
Memories of the night!
Singing, sighing, sobbing!
Wild regrets that blight
Slumber, will ye quite
Blind with tears my sight
Break my heart with throbbing?
Singing, sighing, sobbing!
Wild regrets that blight
Slumber, will ye quite
Blind with tears my sight
Break my heart with throbbing?
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