English poem
MISCELLANY.
by Helen M. Johnson (1834–1863)
Hark! there comes at midnight hour Sound like funeral knell, Chaining us with magic power, Whispering, "Farewell."
'Tis the dying year's last sigh Mingling with the storm; Closes now his hollow eye, Sinks his feeble form.
Still at midnight, dark and lone, Mournful echoes ring, Murmuring in solemn tone, "Time is on the wing."