James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

Midnight


And then I wakened up in such a fright;
I thought I heard a movement in the room
But did not dare to look; I snuggled right
Down underneath the bedclothes—then the boom
Of a tremendous voice said, 'Sit up, lad,
And let me see your face.' So up I sat,
Although I didn't want to. I was glad
I did though, for it was an angel that
Had called me, and he said, he'd come to know
Was I the boy who wouldn't say his prayers
Nor do his sums, and that I'd have to go
Straight down to hell because of such affairs.
... I said I'd be converted and do good
If he would let me off—he said he would.

Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012

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