The End of the Day by Katharine Tynan
The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, hearken, O hearken! The moan of the wood-dove in the rain-wet boughs.
Loneliness & the night! The night is lonely Star-covered the night takes to a tender breast Wrapping them in her veil these dark hours only The weary, the bereaved, the dispossessed.
When will it lighten? Once the night was kindly Nor all her hours went by leaden & long. Now in mine house the hours go groping blindly. After the shiver of dawn, the first bird's song.
Sleep now! The night with wings of splendour swept Hides heavy eyes from light that they may sleep Soft & secure, under her gaze so tender Lest they should wake to weep, should wake to weep.
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