NOCTURNE

by: Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953)

      HE sunset gun booms out in hollow roar
      Night breathes upon the waters of the bay
      The river lies, a symphony in grey,
      Melting in shadow on the further shore.
       
      A sullen coal barge tugs its anchor chain
      A shadow sinister, with one faint light
      Flickering wanly in the dim twilight,
      It lies upon the harbor like a stain.
       
      Silence. Then through the stillness rings
      The fretful echo of a seagull's scream,
      As if one cried who sees within a dream
      Deep rooted sorrow in the heart of things.
       
      The cry that Sorrow knows and would complain
      And impotently struggle to express --
      Some secret shame, some hidden bitterness --
      Yet evermore must sing the same refrain.
       
      Silence once more. The air seems in a swoon
      Beneath the heavens' thousand opening eyes
      While from the far horizon's edge arise
      The first faint silvery tresses of the moon.

"Nocturne" is reprinted from the New London Telegraph, 13 September, 1912.

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