Night Song

by H. Leslie Adams From Nightsongs

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Night Song
English source: Clarissa Scott Delany

The night was made for rest and sleep,
For winds that softly sigh;
It was not made for grief and tears;
So then why do I cry?
The wind that blows through leafy trees
Is soft and warm and sweet;
For me the night is a gracious cloak
To hide my soul's defeat.
Just one dark hour of shaken depths,
Of bitter black despair
Another day will find me brave
And not afraid to dare!


Clarissa Scott Delany

Clarissa Scott Delany (1901–1927) was an African-American poet.

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