{"id":6870,"date":"2021-03-07T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-07T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=675"},"modified":"2021-03-07T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-03-07T06:00:00","slug":"oft-in-the-stilly-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/oft-in-the-stilly-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Oft in the Stilly Night"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn82016014\/1913-03-07\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Topeka State Journal, March 7, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em>\n <em>By Roy K. Moulton.<\/em>\n \n\n Oft in the stilly night,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 Ere slumber\u2019s chains have bound me\n Just when I\u2019ve neatly tucked\n \u00a0 \u00a0 The flannel blanket \u2018round me,\n There comes the alarming thought,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 With possibilities dire;\n I know that I have forgot\n \u00a0 \u00a0 To fix that blamed furnace fire.\n \n I scramble out in the cold\n \u00a0 \u00a0 With every nerve fibre quaking;\n My nasal appendage is blue;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 My elbows and knees are shaking.\n I stumble o\u2019er rugs and chairs\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And make a terrible noise\n By falling downstairs head first\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019ve tripped on a pile of toys.\n \n I strike a tin railroad train,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And slide o\u2019er the hard oak floor\n On elbows and shoulder blades;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 My head bangs against a door.\n When I reach the basement depths,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019m sick and I\u2019m sore and lame,\n I open the furnace mouth\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And seek for the tongue of flame.\n \n I find that the fire\u2019s all right;\n \u00a0 \u00a0 That it\u2019s just as it ought to be\n To last through the entire night\n \u00a0 \u00a0 And that\u2019s where the joke\u2019s on me.\n I remember when it\u2019s too late,\n \u00a0 \u00a0 As I rub each lame bruised spot,\n I\u2019d fixed the blame thing all right\u2014\n \u00a0 \u00a0 I\u2019d fixed it and then forgot.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> Oft in the stilly night,<br \/>\n     Ere slumber\u2019s chains have bound me<br \/>\n Just when I\u2019ve neatly tucked<br \/>\n     The flannel blanket \u2018round me,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,21],"tags":[267],"class_list":["post-6870","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-topeka-state-journal","tag-roy-k-moulton"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6870","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6870"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6870\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6870"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6870"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6870"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}