Caroling Dusk/Interim

by Clarissa Scott Delany

For works with similar titles, see Interim.

INTERIM

The night was made for rest and sleep,For winds that softly sigh;It was not made for grief and tears;So then why do I cry?

The wind that blows through leafy treesIs soft and warm and sweet; For me the night is a gracious cloakTo hide my soul’s defeat.

Just one dark hour of shaken depths,Of bitter black despair—Another day will find me brave,And not afraid to dare.