wakefulness

hark i hear the music come
sweet attendant of the dark
not bitterness nor yet regret
but bathos pathos listen hark
a certain call to greatness
chimes upon the midnight air
poems i have yet to write
arise and bid me hear them there
sweetest softness of the dark
haunted melodies of night
that whisper in the silences
now up now weep now write
a certain call to greatness
it chimes upon the midnight air
how dared i hope for triumph
till first i knew despair