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The wind is softly sighing round the house,
    Tapping with gentle finger on the pane,
The scuttering footsteps of a tiny mouse
    Rise in the distance and depart again.

A bird turns in its nest beneath the eaves
    And twitters as it falls again to sleep;
Two roses kiss beneath the sheltering leaves,
    An owl floats overhead with noiseless sweep.

A grasshopper chirps in the field below,
    A moth goes fluttering round your bedroom wall,
Night’s silence and her voices come and go,
    Her mystery and magic, on you fall.

All this you hear, but yet, alas, no more,
Although my heart is beating at your door.

                                                                        Alix Egerton.

A small gray mouse, facing left.

MLA citation:

Egerton, Alix. “A Song of the Night,” The Green Sheaf vol. 12, 1904, p. 3. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021.