Author Mary Mapes Dodge A folding darkness hangs before the dawn,Twin curtain with our sleep;And when they part, with mystic, dreamy sweep,The Day smiles in our face, and we awake,Ready once more life's noisy ways to takeTill by sweet Night the folds again are drawn. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments