Nocturne No. 2

Eyes alive and listening 

Enamored of a scene unseen 

Unheard, the mournful keening 

Of the wind through branches bare 

And unknown, unnoticed 

Dark shadow on dark wings 

Night-Bird on the window-sill 

Master of the sleeping things 

Lover of the lonely things 

Consort of despair 

Circle ever closer here 

And by blackest night 

Creature of mortal fear 

Beside my window-sill alight 

And sing to me your lonely song 

Sing to me your nightmare song 

Lift your wings!

That I might see

Under icy moonlight, thee

Who hath given such symphony

Oh, Notes of nocturnal music thine!

Upon the hellish breeze

Raise your wings!

The night grows long

Night-Bird with your shining eyes

And carry me away