 | The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan |  |
What a Night! fierce and blind
Down the street swoops the Wind!
How it moans! how it groans!
While again and again
Like a spirit in pain,
On the black slippery stones
Sobs the Rain!
See! like ghosts to and fro
Living forms swiftly pass,
With their shadows below
In the gleam of the gas;
And the swells, wrapt up warm,
With their weeds blasing bright,
Hurry home thro' the Storm . . .
It's a Hell of a Night!
Down the street swoops the Wind!
How it moans! how it groans!
While again and again
Like a spirit in pain,
On the black slippery stones
Sobs the Rain!
See! like ghosts to and fro
Living forms swiftly pass,
With their shadows below
In the gleam of the gas;
And the swells, wrapt up warm,
With their weeds blasing bright,
Hurry home thro' the Storm . . .
It's a Hell of a Night!
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