The Night was creeping on the ground! She crept and did not make a sound, Until she reached the tree: And then She covered it, and stole again Along the grass beside the wall! -- I heard the rustling of her shawl As she threw blackness everywhere Along the sky, the ground, the air, And in the room where I was hid! But, no matter what she did To everything that was without, She could not put my candle out! So I stared at the Night! And she Stared back solemnly at me! |