Classic Poem

Deep, deep is the night,
Brooding, cavernous, beautiful, wide.
Woods on the blue hillside
Show but as blurs in the gloom more deeply glooming,
And the long, familiar barn, so bland in the light,
Is grown phantasmal, a huge shape dimly looming,
A yawning wave upreared to overwhelm
Us that cower and wonder
In the heavy shadow under,
Dwindled to dwarfs in the midnight's purple realm.