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Midnight
JOHN MACKAY WILSON
The sea is silent, and the winds of God
Stir not its waters; on its voiceless waves
Thick darkness presses as a mighty load,
Weighing their strength to slumber. O'er earth's graves
One lonely star
is watching; and the wind,
Benighted on the desert, howls to find
Its trackless path, as would a dying hound.
The
thick clouds, wearied with their course all day,
Repose like shrouded ghosts on the black air,
Or, in the darkness
having lost their way,
Await the dawn! Tis midnight reigns around;
Midnight, when crime and murder quit their lair;
When maidens dream of music's sweetest sound,
And mother weeping, breathe the yearning prayer.
published in 1832 in The Literary Gazette of London
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