THE LADY NIGHT

The Lady Night has come again And all the winds are still; I close my eyes, and lean my head Upon the window sill; The sky is buttoned with the stars, The hills have hid the sun, And through the meadow, far away, I hear the river run; In daytime, when the sun is out And all the flowers are gay, I laugh and shout, and run about, And tumble in the hay; But when the Lady Night has come From lands behind the hill, She lays her finger on my lips And makes me very still.