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Archibald Lampman - Midnight
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  From where I sit, I see the stars, 
    And down the chilly floor
  The moon between the frozen bars 
    Is glimmering dim and hoar.
  Without in many a peakèd mound 
    The glinting snowdrifts lie;
  There is no voice or living sound; 
    The embers slowly die.
  Yet some wild thing is in mine ear; 
     I hold my breath and hark;
  Out of the depth I seem to hear 
     A crying in the dark;

  No sound of man or wife or child,
    No sound of beast that groans,
  Or of the wind that whistles wild, 
    Or of the tree that moans:
  I know not what it is I hear;
    I bend my head and hark:
  I cannot drive it from mine ear, 
    That crying in the dark.
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