I LOVE thee, mournful, sober-suited Night! <br />When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane, <br />And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light <br />Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main. <br />In deep depression sunk, the enfeebled mind <br />Will to the deaf cold elements complain, <br />And tell the embosom'd grief, however vain, <br />To sullen surges and the viewless wind. <br />Though no repose on thy dark breast I find, <br />I still enjoy thee--cheerless as thou art; <br />For in thy quiet gloom the exhausted heart <br />Is calm, though wretched; hopeless, yet resigned. <br />While to the winds and waves its sorrows given, <br />May reach--though lost on earth--the ear of Heaven!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxix-to-night-from-the-same/
