NIGHT

In the night, in the night,

When thou liest alone,

Ah, the sounds that are blown

In the freaks of the breeze,

By the spirit that sends

The voice of far friends

With the sigh of the seas

In the night!

In the night, in the night,

When thou liest alone,

Ah, the ghosts that make moan

From the days that are sped:

The old dreams, the old deeds,

The old wound that still bleeds,

And the face of the dead

In the night!

In the night, in the night,

When thou liest alone,

With the grass and the stone

O'er thy chamber so deep,

Ah, the silence at last,

Life's dissonance past,

And only pure sleep

In the night!