The Dreamer by Djuna Barnes
Channel: Dave Higgins
Date: 2015-02-08

The night comes down, in ever-darkening shapes that seem-- 
To grope, with eerie fingers for the window--then-- 
To rest to sleep, enfolding me, as in a dream 
Faith--might I awaken! 

And drips the rain with seeming sad, insistent beat. 
Shivering across the pane, drooping tear-wise, 
And softly patters by, like little fearing feet. 
Faith--this weather! 

The feathery ash is fluttered; there upon the pane,-- 
The dying fire casts a flickering ghostly beam,-- 
Then closes in the night and gently falling rain. 
Faith--what darkness!

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