Here you will find the Poem An August Midnight of poet Thomas Hardy
I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined - A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; While 'mid my page there idly stands A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . . II Thus meet we five, in this still place, At this point of time, at this point in space. - My guests parade my new-penned ink, Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink. "God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why? They know Earth-secrets that know not I.