Frank Dempster Sherman
At Midnight - Poem by Frank Dempster Sherman
See, yonder, the belfry tower
That gleams in the moon’s pale light;
Or is it a ghostly flower
That dreams in the silent night?
I listen and hear the chime
Go quavering o’er the town,
And out of this flower of Time
Twelve petals are wafted down.
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