Hoofs in the Dark by Fannie Stearns Davis

I wake in the night, and my heart says, "Hark! " I lie like a corpse in my cool white place. For hoofs go by in the dark, in the dark. I turn on my pillow and bury my face.

The night is a tomb that smothers and sounds. The night is a cavern uncressetted. The blood in my ears like a mallet pounds. My heart goes wild and my eyes see red: