Hilaire Belloc (Хилар Беллок)

The Night

  Most holy Night, that still dost keep
  The keys of all the doors of sleep,
  To me when my tired eyelids close
      Give thou repose.

  And let the far lament of them
  That chaunt the dead day’s requiem
  Make in my ears, who wakeful lie,
      Soft lullaby.

  Let them that guard the horned moon
  By my bedside their memories croon.
  So shall I have new dreams and blest
      In my brief rest.

  Fold your great wings about my face,
  Hide dawning from my resting-place,
  And cheat me with your false delight,
      Most Holy Night.

1. To the Balliol Men Still in Africa
2. The Rebel
3. Our Lord and Our Lady
4. Ballade of Modest Confession
5. To Dives

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) The Night ("Oh! give me the night, the dark, dark night")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Night (Ночь)

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