Tower darkening on.
And now from heaven’s height,
Night showering upon,
The sleepy village site.
To what questions.
The closed window shutters,
Tight and safe from,
The torrents.
The moon's hidden play.
A game of bright here,
And gone to coy behind,
A shadow of cloudy sphere.
Is the night her playground.
To hide and seek the poetry,
Of a writer's craft,
Or his fantasy.
© gillena cox 2026
The line "Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s height," - is from A Thunderstorm by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
