24 (the night is dark and)


THE NIGHT is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.

Wake, 0 Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.

The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.

Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.

 

 

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