Night evokes feelings of discomfort and fright and yet the speaker in this poem ends with a more discomfitting thougth-"Sounds pounding from within threaten my spirit more than the sounds upon the earthrn roof." The idea that we must be first of all calm within reminds me of my grandmothers' adage: Others can not love you if you do not first love yourself. The night sounds of padding on the roof of the speakers' home, dogs yelping, wind & movement are nothing to the internal uproar if I am not in love with myself. I am reading and rereading the poem and there is more to be gained than this idea, but it is the last thought the poet utters and so it sticks with me.