Classic Poem

Out, brief candle. I would close
Weary eyelids, and repose.

I would rest from toil and sorrow,
In the dark room, till to-morrow.

Healed and cheerful I will wake
At the tranquil morning's break.

Out, brief candle. Fitful gleam,
Vex no more my coming dream.

Darkness thickens, and the dim
Shadows round me, fading, swim.

Noises fail and troubles cease.
Mine the bliss of perfect peace.

Out, brief candle. Love, good-night,
Greet me when the morn brings light.