The wind and rain are beating ceaselessly and noisily on my (double-glazed) windows. There is half an hour to go until midnight. I'm sitting in bed. I was out this evening for dinner.
|MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains|
|My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,|
|Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains|
|One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:|