But-curtains down and an elbow hug; A maid that comes to a look; A boy to carry a rimy log From over the frozen brook- And, a fig for the cawing rook, Or ghosts in the ruddy Gloam!
"In The Yule-Log Glow, Vol. IV (of IV)"
Harrison S. Morris
Save where, unceasingly, Among the pillared scaurs Of perilous Farnes, wild waves for ever more Breaking in foam, Sounded as some far strife through the star-haunted Gloam.
"Northumberland Yesterday and To-day"
Jean F. Terry
I saw their starv'd lips in the Gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill's side.
"Letters of John Keats to His Family and Friends"
John Keats