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.