Night

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
Ah, the sounds that are blown
 In the freaks of the breeze,
By the spirit that sends
The voice of far friends
 With the sigh of the seas
 In the night!

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
Ah, the ghosts that make moan
 From the days that are sped:
The old dreams, the old deeds,
The old wound that still bleeds,
 And the face of the dead
 In the night!

In the night, in the night,
When thou liest alone,
With the grass and the stone
 O'er thy chamber so deep,
Ah, the silence at last,
Life's dissonance past,
 And only pure sleep
 In the night!