Night Wind

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