| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Midnight | | By Mrs. Alice Bradley Neal (1828–1863) |
| | | I HAD been tossing through the restless night,— | |
| Sleep banished from my pillow, and my brain | |
| Weary with sense of dull and stifling pain,— | |
| Yearning and praying for the blessed light. | |
| My lips moaned thy dear name, beloved one; | 5 |
| Yet I had seen thee lying still and cold, | |
| Thy form bound only by the shroud’s pure fold, | |
| For life with all its suffering was done. | |
| Then agony of loneliness o’ercame | |
| My widowed heart. Night would fit emblem seem | 10 |
| For the evanishing of that bright dream. | |
| The heavens were dark: my life henceforth the same. | |
| No hope: its pulse within my breast was dead. | |
| No light: the clouds hung heavily o’erhead. | | | | |
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