I woke one night when stern December crept
Upon the air. I pressed my fevered cheek
Against the stony wall, so rough and bleak.
The wind had choked the silent house as I slept.
I rose to breath the drifting starry light,
And lest I dream some mindless shape of gloom.
Fleeing the silent breathless fears that loom
Over my mind, I strode from night to night.
A lesser night than that which haunts my thoughts,
Which with unceasing power stirs my restive heart
To useless tears, and wastes its fading lights
On old regrets, but takes in joys no part.
Look, look: the clouds have covered ev’ry star.
Here only blackness lies. The dawn is far.
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