Midnight
I sot and looked on the countless hosts passin ' by as if they wuz n't there , the man I loved wuz not among 'em . I sot there lost in mournful thought till the endless crowd gradually dispersed . The music ceased , the lights went out . The hand of Midnight let down her dark mantilly of repose , spangled with stars , Silence sot on the throne Noise had vacated . The great City of Mirth wuz asleep . Only the Atlantic and Samantha seemed awake , the Ocean 's deep voice sounded out in the same ontranslated language it has from the creation , and will I spoze till there is no more sea . Ontranslated to most , but to me it thundered out , Swish !