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

Poem topics: , , , , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Night-Bound. poem to your favorites

Add Poet Robert Crawford to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Night-Bound." poem.
All Robert Crawford Poems

Popular Poets

Virgil (4 poems)
Torquato Tasso (1 poems)
William Habington (2 poems)
John Newton (0 poems)
Sarojini Naidu (1 poems)
George Darley (7 poems)
G. K. Chesterton (117 poems)
John Boyle O'Reilly (1 poems)
Ann Taylor (1 poems)
Frank O'Hara (0 poems)

Popular Poems

My Spectre Around Me Night And Day, by William Blake
Cleaning The Furnace, by Edgar Albert Guest
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxvi, by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A Musical Instrument, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Isandlwana, by John McCrae
The Changeling, by Charlotte Mary Mew
The Cat Of Cats, by William Brighty Rands
The Pale Operator, by Morris Rosenfeld
Isabel, by Charles Stuart Calverley
Trees, by Jack Kerouac