In the night, in the night, <br />When thou liest alone, <br />Ah, the sounds that are blown <br />In the freaks of the breeze, <br />By the spirit that sends <br />The voice of far friends <br />With the sigh of the seas <br />In the night! <br /> <br />In the night, in the night, <br />When thou liest alone, <br />Ah, the ghosts that make moan <br />From the days that are sped: <br />The old dreams, the old deeds, <br />The old wound that still bleeds, <br />And the face of the dead <br />In the night! <br /> <br />In the night, in the night, <br />When thou liest alone, <br />With the grass and the stone <br />O'er thy chamber so deep, <br />Ah, the silence at last, <br />Life's dissonance past, <br />And only pure sleep <br />In the night!<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-158/
