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AT MIDNIGHT.
In the darkness as I lie
Dreaming, with my children by,
Watchful even in my dreams
As a mother's care beseems,
Comes a wailing wild and sore,
Pleading at my chamber-door;
Opening in haste, I find
No one but the homeless wind!
Dreaming, with my children by,
Watchful even in my dreams
As a mother's care beseems,
Comes a wailing wild and sore,
Pleading at my chamber-door;
Opening in haste, I find
No one but the homeless wind!
As I lay me on my bed,
Free again from drowsy dread,
Comes a knocking on the pane—
No one but the restless rain!
What would wind and rain with me
That they cannot let me be
In my chamber warm and still
That sweet children's breathings fill?
Free again from drowsy dread,
Comes a knocking on the pane—
No one but the restless rain!
What would wind and rain with me
That they cannot let me be
In my chamber warm and still
That sweet children's breathings fill?
‘Sister, leave thy house of clay;
Come with wind and rain away.
Taste the freedom of a soul
Glad released from earth's control.’
Nay, my brothers; patience yet!
Think not I your claims forget;
Meanwhile, be your fears dispelled—
I'm in happy bondage held!
Come with wind and rain away.
Taste the freedom of a soul
Glad released from earth's control.’
Nay, my brothers; patience yet!
Think not I your claims forget;
Meanwhile, be your fears dispelled—
I'm in happy bondage held!
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