Midnight

From where I sit, I see the stars endow the chilly floor
The moon between the frozen bars is glimmering dim and hoar
Without it may a beacon bounce the glinting snow is sly
There is no voice nor living sound; need ever slowly die
Yet some wild thing is in mine ear: I hold my breath and hark!
Out of the depth I seem to hear a crying in the dark!
No sound of man, no wife or child, no sound of beast that groans
Or of the wind that whistles wild, or of the tree that moans
I know not what it is I hear: I bend my head and hark!
I cannot drive it from mine ear, that crying in the dark!