Thomas Hood

Here you will find the Poem Midnight of poet Thomas Hood


Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep 
Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide 
The mighty city under thy full tide; 
Making a silent palace for old Sleep, 
Like his own temple under the hush'd deep, 
Where all the busy day he doth abide, 
And forth at the late dark, outspreadeth wide 
His dusky wings, whence the cold waters sweep! 
How peacefully the living millions lie! 
Lull'd unto death beneath his poppy spells; 
There is no breath?no living stir?no cry 
No tread of foot?no song?no music-call? 
Only the sound of melancholy bells? 
The voice of Time?survivor of them all!