Evening- and I, in the hour before sleep, <br />Lean out once more, and stare <br />Skyward, at you, bright star, deep, deep <br />Down some black well of darkness sunken there, <br />Some bottomless pit in heaven's towering steep: <br />Sorrowful revelation, secret laid bare <br />In the dark hour before sleep, <br />Secret too dark to share- <br />Forgotten, with the approach of sleep.<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hour-before-sleep/
