by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

Language: English 
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 rustle of her shawl 
As she threw blackness everywhere 
Upon the sky and ground and 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 
Stared back solemnly at me. 


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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-22
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