AT NIGHT - POEM

Night like a coverlet is folded down

Upon the hills, and now the gentle trees

Rock in their arms the restless winds to sleep.

Cassiopeia, the Great Bear, and the Crown

Divide the sky with striding Hercules.

Her silent watch the pointed moon doth keep ;

I, in my cosy bed, lie still and wonder

What makes the world turn round and stirs the thunder.