 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
INDOORS, AT NIGHT
The window's white, the candle's red,Show evening falleth overhead;
The candle's red, the window's black,
And earth is close in midnight's sack;
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The midnight shades
Turn suddenly a starry blue—
And now to dreams, my soul, of you!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |