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 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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TO NIGHT.
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 possessed,
When Love was loveliest,—
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 possessed,
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!
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!
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |