Night Comes Creeping
Night comes creeping slowly o’er me, Like a vapor cold and gray; Dim the track that lies before me, Lost the lingering smile of day. As a river, nearing ocean, Drops the brooklet’s merry bell, I forget hope’s wild emotion; Love and life, farewell, farewell! Eyes above me raining sorrow, Lips too tender to be true, In the sunshine of tomorrow Glow and sweetness shall renew. I have...