"Night Song"
di Clarissa M. Scott Delany (1901-1927)

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!