The Night Visitor

Three times the knock it came to me
and opening up the door
I saw no person standing there
for help or succour plea.

I sat back down to lift the book
and Donne his Epicedes,
beside the embers I had sat,
three times again the sound.

My heart it stilled,
my heart it froze,
for no wind blew the cottage sky,
alone but lit by moon.

The sound again did slowly make,
was someone dead or going home?
for I with book and embers stood
afraid and now alone.

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poem by Bernard Kennedy
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