James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

At Noon--And Midnight - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

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Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own
The wife's sweet face in slumber pressed--yet he awake--alone!
alone!
In vain he courted sleep;--one thought would ever in his heart
arise,--
The harsh words that at noon had brought the teardrops to her eyes.

Slowly on lifted arm he raised and listened. All was still as death;
He touched her forehead as he gazed, and listened yet, with bated
breath:
Still silently, as though he prayed, his lips moved lightly as she
slept--
For God was with him, and he laid his face with hers and wept.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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