Here you will find the Poem Check of poet James Brunton Stephens
The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and did not make a sound Until she reached the tree, and then She covered it, and sole again Along the grass beside the wall. I heard the rustle of her shawl As she threw blackness everywhere Upon the sky and ground and air, And in the room where I was hid: But no matter what she did To everything that was without, She could not put my candle out. So I stared at the night, and she Stared back solemnly at me.
