THE NIGHT

A hand is turned to the silent night,
With the stars that shimmer and fold;
And with the dim that deepens bright
A glow of thought is unrolled.

I watch the moon in her golden pall
That will fade on the silver crest;
The night will not forget my call
And the heart will find its rest.

So let the sweet, fair air enfold
With glow of dreams that lift in vein;
And may the world be bright and bold
As love’s fine gift shall reign!

• Bliss Carman