Night

Am I not all alone? — The world is still
In passionless slumber — not a tree but feels
The far-pervading hush, and softer steals
The misty river by. — Yon broad bare hill
Looks coldly up to heaven, and all the stars
Seem eyes deep fix'd in silence, as if bound
By some unearthly spell — no other sound
But the owl's unfrequent moan. — Their airy cars
The winds have station'd on the mountain peaks.
Am I not all alone"! — A spirit speaks
From the abyss of night, « Not all alone —
Nature is round thee with her banded powers,
And ancient genius haunts thee in these hours —
Mind and its kingdom now are all thy own."