Put out their Tongues, for Noon
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Sirocos—crawl—
Nor Fire—for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool—
And yet, it tasted, like them all
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial
Reminded me, of mine—
As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame
And could not breathe without a key
And 'twas like Midnight, some—
When everything that ticked—has stopped—
And Space stares all around—
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns
The reference to Midnight is effective in that every reader will have their own associations. Midnight may suggest time passing, the supernatural, the awakening of ghostly spirits and, of course, death. The implication is threatening, a sinister trajectory for the speaker. 
 Note that this is an echo of the reference to “Noon” in stanza one. The speaker has progressed through the day, though the meaning is unclear. 
 Note the repetition of “And” and the beginning of three of the lines, an example of  anaphora , building up tension. 
 The final dash forms another  caesura , a pause to suggest mounting fear.
It was not Death for I stood up 510