Give Me the Night by Charles Swain

Give me the Night, love, the beautiful Night!
When the stars in the heavens are glittering bright;
When the flowers are asleep on their pillow of leaves,
And no murmur is near, save the sigh the heart heaves;
When the spirit of tenderness hallows each scene,
And Memory turns fondly to days that have been;
When the valley’s sweet waters reflect the moonlight —
Oh! give me the Night, love, the beautiful Night!

Give me the Night, be it starless and long,
When the gay hall is sounding with music and song, —
When the genius of poetry breathes her deep power,
And, oh! Love itself is more lovely that hour;
When the dark curls of beauty more gracefully shine,
And the eyes, bright by day, are at evening divine!
When all is enchantment that blesses the sight —
Oh! give me the Night, love, the beautiful Night!

From: Swain, Charles, The Mind and Other Poems, 1841, Tilt and Bogue: London, p. 302.
(https://archive.org/stream/mindandotherpoe00swaigoog#page/n314/mode/2up

Date: 1841

By: Charles Swain (1801-1874)

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