Martin Patrick McCarthy


Gentle Night

O, gentle night, rock me asleep,
Dry my eyes so I cannot weep.
I embrace thee, cold gentle night,
While I scribble poetry by candlelight.

I cry out, 'All in vain! All in vain! '
As the night melts into day.
The sun rises and taunts me. The villain
Erases those words I wished to say.

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