Classic Poem

" DESCENDING NIGHT "

I loved the Day, but now the dim Night clings
Close to my soul. Lo, through the evening air
Night comes, — naked and pure — divinely fair —
Slow-floating downward on those brooding wings!
She is the Dove of Darkness, and she brings
The olive, Peace, into the Tents of Care;
Oh, let the raven mystery of her hair
Enshroud me with occult imaginings!
O Night, if thou art beautiful as this,
Let thine arms fold me till my passing breath
Dies into dreams wherein the Spirit rests:
Numb me with rapture of thy Lethean kiss;
Lean close above me, — touch me with thy breasts,
Make me thy bridegroom in the Halls of Death.