by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918)

Oh, let the night speak of me
Language: English 
Oh, let the night speak of me,
For day knows not how breaks with woe my heart;
Day knows not how I mournful stray,
Weeping for thee, so dear thou art. 

The sad night weeps with me,
And lays her tear wet cheek against my own;
Although I walk in sunlit ways,
Still doth my heart in darkness moan. 

The night shall speak of me
And say all things to thee I dare not show;
And to thy dreams my love display,
Till thou art melted by my woe.


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