Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods <br />Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain <br />Roaring as rivers breaking loose in floods <br />To spread and foam and deluge all the plain <br />The cotter listens at his door again <br />Half doubting whether it be floods or wind <br />And through the thickening darkness looks affraid <br />Thinking of roads that travel has to find <br />Through night's black depths in danger's garb arrayed <br />And the loud glabber round the flaze soon stops <br />When hushed to silence by a lifted hand <br />Of fearing dame who hears the noise in dread <br />And thinks a deluge comes to drown the land <br />Nor dares she go to bed untill the tempest drops<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-wind/
