Eternities before the first-born day, <br />Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, <br />Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, <br />A brooding mother over chaos lay. <br />And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, <br />Shall run their fiery courses and then claim <br />The haven of the darkness whence they came; <br />Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. <br /> <br />So when my feeble sun of life burns out, <br />And sounded is the hour for my long sleep, <br />I shall, full weary of the feverish light, <br />Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt, <br />And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep <br />Into the quiet bosom of the Night.<br /><br />James Weldon Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-night/
