If you missed the first installment, which provided some background information regarding Margery Clute's poetry, you can read it here.
'Tis night! The darkness closes in.
Without, the raw wind moans and howls.
I sit enchanted, by the fire,
And listen to the hooting owls.
To-wit to-woo! To-wit to-woo!
I'm pleased I'm in here and not out there,
Where ragged clouds eclipse the stars
And leaves swirl wildly in the air.
The darkness of the sky goes on
And on forever, it seems to me.
If only I could sit beside
This fire, for all eternity
And listen to the roar without
While eating muffins, drinking tea.
I cannot think of anywhere
In all the world I'd rather be.
Margery Clute (1824-76)
5 months ago