Thomas Lovell Beddoes - To Night lyrics

So thou art come again, old black-winged night, Like an huge bird, between us and the sun, Hiding with out-stretched form the genial light; And still beneath thine icy bosom's dun And cloudy plumage hatching fog-breathed blight And embryo storms and crabbéd frosts, that shun Day's warm caress. The owls from ivied loop Are shrieking homage, as thou towerest high; Like sable crow pausing in eager stoop On the dim world thou gluttest thy clouded eye, Silently waiting latest time's fell whoop, When thou shalt quit thine eyrie in the sky, To pounce upon the world with eager claw, And tomb time, d**h, and substance in thy maw.