Dear of the nightly air and the daunted,
haunted dew appeared,
while the dreamless awoke me
by tapping, rapping at my door.
Through the rushing waves
that sounded by the shore,
through the midnight clear
that left a hollow sound,
through my fears,
the knock, knocking kept knocking
upon my door.
It seems like a dream
but reality looms now and forevermore.
Could my heart be beating and fluttering
as weary as the shore?
That knocking rang upon my door
beneath the gleaming, unseeing
that I deplore,
thrashing, crashing
as the wind went clashing,
through the shutters
above the windowed door.
Then my eyes quickened their stare,
bound within my stillness there.
My years ran with fears
as the echo went knock, knocking forevermore,
knock, knocking upon my door.