When the Dusk enshrouds
Visions sharp and hateful,
When Night's blurring fingers
Smooth each tawdry spot,
Then the heavy clouds
Lift and leave me grateful,
And the fear that lingers
Is forgot.

When the day is near
And an hour thereafter
Still the earth inherits
Peace and calm delight,
Then afresh and clear
Comes her sunny laughter—
And my stricken spirits
Long for Night.