We thought Gustave Doré’s Leviathan serves as a good illustration of the image Hardy evokes in verse 3…
As August is getting ready to leave, we invite you to enjoy this little insight into a writer’s night-time musings and company.
An August Midnight
A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter–winged, horned, and spined –
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While ‘mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .
Thus meet we five, in this still place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
– My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
“God’s humblest, they!” I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.
~ Thomas Hardy
For the record: The featured image is a crop from Gustave Doré’s The Destruction of Leviathan: