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
Stated back solemnly at me!
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