Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 THE LADY NIGHT

The Lady Night has come again

And all the winds are still;

I close my eyes, and lean my head

Upon the window sill;

The sky is buttoned with the stars,

The hills have hid the sun,

And through the meadow, far away,

I hear the river run;

In daytime, when the sun is out

And all the flowers are gay,

I laugh and shout, and run about,

And tumble in the hay;

But when the Lady Night has come

From lands behind the hill,

She lays her finger on my lips

And makes me very still.