by Louise Chandler Moulton (1835 - 1908)

Night
Language: English 
Bend low, O dusky Night,	
  And give my spirit rest.	
  Hold me to your deep breast,	
And put old cares to flight.	
Give back the lost delight	       
  That once my soul possest,	
  When Love was loveliest.	
Bend low, O dusky Night!	
 
Enfold me in your arms--	
  The sole embrace I crave	        
  Until the embracing grave	
Shield me from life's alarms.	
I dare your subtlest charms;	
  Your deepest spell I brave,--	
  O, strong to slay or save,	        
Enfold me in your arms!

Authorship

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Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler

Text added to the website: 2012-05-20 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:55
Line count: 16
Word count: 81