the night is a gracious cloak To hide my soul’s defeat

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 trees 

Is soft and warm and sweet; 

For me the night is a gracious cloak 

To 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. 

 

[Clarissa Scott Delany {1901-1927} 'Interim', from Caroling Dusk]