James Brunton Stephens

Here you will find the Poem Check of poet James Brunton Stephens


The night was creeping on the ground; 
She crept and did not make a sound 
Until she reached the tree, and then 
She covered it, and sole again 
Along the grass beside the wall. 

I heard the rustle of her shawl 
As she threw blackness everywhere 
Upon the sky and ground and air, 
And in the room where I was hid: 
But no matter what she did 
To everything that was without, 
She could not put my candle out. 

So I stared at the night, and she 
Stared back solemnly at me.