My Darling Sweet Night (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My darling sweet night,
So silent and still;
With thoughts lost in flight,
And dreams to fulfill.

The stars faraway,
There sleeping in yonder;
Till dawn comes to play,
And life begins to ponder.

The last of each meeting,
Before closing eyes;
And wisdom elves treating,
As the fairytime flies.

The wings of the sounds,
Flying through your dreams;
And in the day hounds,
With yearning and redeems.