Comes the night that brings me rest, <br />Comes the dark that folds me in <br />This of all my nights the best, <br />Nights of virtue, nights of sin. <br />I can hear a water moan, <br />And it seems no mortal tide, <br />But my own grey life that's gone <br />With the darkness to abide. <br />Ah! beyond the veil I pierce — <br />See my pain and pleasure done <br />In a mouldering universe <br />Without stars and without sun! <br />Through my warm red veins the chill <br />Of Death's coming seems to creep, <br />Till the world grows ghasty still <br />To me in my lonely sleep <br />So I cease: this night is mine; <br />Other nights for other things! <br />Comes the gloom that is divine <br />With the peace for me it brings.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-bound/
