Out on the midnight landing I espied

a bashful light above the bedroom door

and softly walked across. I went inside

and found the casement windows open wide

and all the light there was came from the scars

upon the ragged sky, uncertain stars

and their reflection in the polished floor –

cold midnight's mirror – and I watched them ride

the cloudless patches ere I lost their sight

behind dark feathers of the dreamlike night

and not a star was out there anymore,

caught in thick cloud the last faint gleam had died.

Grey morning found me on the windowsill,

still gazing out, dejected, tired and chill,

and all the world, that half a night before

had held such beauty, seemed a hope denied.

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