The night is calm to-night
The night speaks not to-night
See, see the waves they ply
The darkling seas so slow
To-night.
The night is calm to-night
The seas roar not nor
Be the tempest gale and
Clanking lamps and
Creaking doors and lamps
That clank
No, quiet is the Soul of
Night to-night.
The conscience of the night
Swims in the sub-conscious
Quiet and innocent:
And the shrouds hand in hand
Move with measured steps
Transparent half slow wend.
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