Poems (Terry, 1861)/Song (Night comes creeping slowly o'er me)
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SONG.
Night comes creeping slowly o'er me, Like a vapor cold and gray;Dim the track that lies before me, Lost the lingering smile of day.
As a river, nearing ocean, Drops the brooklet's merry bell,I forget hope's wild emotion; Love and life, farewell, farewell!
Eyes above me raining sorrow, Lips too tender to be true,In the sunshine of to-morrow Glow and sweetness shall renew.
I have trod a weary measure, Fairy-tales no more I tell.False is pain, and fleeting pleasure; Love and life, farewell, farewell!
Softly through the darkened heaven, Like a vision in the night,Float the purple wings of even; No more laughter, no more light.
Close mine eyes, worn out with weeping, Weary pulses rest as well!In the dust and silence sleeping, Love and life, farewell, farewell!