Harold Hart Crane

(21 July 1899 – 27 April 1932 / Garrettsville, Ohio)

Fear - Poem by Harold Hart Crane

The host, he says that all is well
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-
But on the window licks the night.

Pile on the logs... Give me your hands,
Friends! No,- it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.


Comments about Fear by Harold Hart Crane

  • * Sunprincess * (4/1/2016 7:42:00 AM)

    .....amazing...and true. I've read some people
    have a phobia of the night..Although I'm not
    sure if this is common, I hope not ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 5, 2010



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