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Poetry Pleases: The Spirit Of Night

Caroline Glyn finds peace rather than fear in the stillness of the night.

I strayed into great, dark plains, where nothing could be seen
Except dark, unknown shapes against the soft sky-screen
And terror haunted everywhere; it was a dreadful dream.
Then out stepped a man, with knee-breeches of green.
He was dark and shadowy, like every other fright,
Yet I could see his face, as if it were of light;
And when I saw his eyes, all fear had taken flight.
He was the gentle, terrible Spirit of Night.
I looked around, the landscape was now beauty;
I saw ebony Night as it is truly;
It took my breath away, it was so lovely,
Just existing undisturbed, silently.


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