Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Check

by James Stephens

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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