Here you will find the Poem Night of poet William Watson
In the night, in the night, When thou liest alone, Ah, the sounds that are blown In the freaks of the breeze, By the spirit that sends The voice of far friends With the sigh of the seas In the night! In the night, in the night, When thou liest alone, Ah, the ghosts that make moan From the days that are sped: The old dreams, the old deeds, The old wound that still bleeds, And the face of the dead In the night! In the night, in the night, When thou liest alone, With the grass and the stone O'er thy chamber so deep, Ah, the silence at last, Life's dissonance past, And only pure sleep In the night!
