They hear the bell of midnight toll,
And shiver in their flesh and soul;
They lie on hard, cold wood or stone,
Iron, and ache in every bone;
They hate the night: they see no eyes
Of loved ones in the starlit skies.
They see the cold, dark water near;
They dare not take long looks for fear
They'll fall like those poor birds that see
A snake's eyes staring at their tree.
Some of them laugh, half-mad; and some
All through the chilly night are dumb;
Like poor, weak infants some converse,
And cough like giants, deep and hoarse.
Night Wanderers
William Henry Davies
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Poem topics: dark, fear, hate, snake, tree, water, soul, deep, weak, long, hear, hard, laugh, iron, bone, stone, night, poor, cold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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