A Fire-Side Fancy by John William Burgon

Oft as, at night, I sit and muse alone,
Bound by the spell of some enchanting page —
Bard of old Greece, or half inspir’d sage —
My kindl’d fancy takes a wayward tone:
And straight, I hear what seems the midnight moan
Of some poor restless ghost; — or, it may be,
The distant roaring of the sleepless sea; —
Or unchain’d winds that howl from zone to zone.
Hark! is it not a voice? There seem’d to come
A soft sad wail; — but now, such carol wild
As a young Mother chaunteth to her child
Steals o’er the sense. — Go to — it is the hum
Of a huge city! while I thus inquire,
I turn, and find — the kettle near the fire!

Worcester College,
13th Dec., 1844.

From: Burgon, John William, Petra, A Poem. Second Edition. To Which a Few Short Poems Are Now Added, 1846, F. MacPherson: Oxford, p. 56.
(https://archive.org/stream/petrapoemtowhich00burgrich#page/56/mode/2up)

Date: 1844

By: John William Burgon (1813-1888)

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