He cried out through the night: <br />"Where is the light? <br />Shall nevermore <br />Open Heaven's door? <br />Oh, I am left <br />Lonely, bereft!" <br />He cried out through the night: <br />It spread vaguely white, <br />With its ghost of a moon <br />Above the dark swoon <br />Of the earth lying chill, <br />Breathless, grave still. <br />He cried out through the night: <br />His voice in its might <br />Rang forth far and far, <br />And then like a star <br />Dwindled from sense <br />In the Immense. <br />He cried out through the night: <br />No answering light, <br />No syllabled sound; <br />Beneath and around <br />A long shuddering thrill <br />Then all again still.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-13/
