Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери)

Night

A pale enchanted moon is sinking low
Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, 
And there is haunted starlight on the flow
Of immemorial sea.

I am alone and need no more pretend
Laughter or smile to hide a hungry heart;
I walk with solitude as with a friend
Enfolded and apart.

We tread an eerie road across the moor
Where shadows weave upon their ghostly looms,
And winds sing an old lyric that might lure
Sad queens from ancient tombs.

I am a sister to the loveliness
Of cool far hill and long-remembered shore,
Finding in it a sweet forgetfulness
Of all that hurt before.

The world of day, its bitterness and cark,
No longer have the power to make me weep;
I welcome this communion of the dark
As toilers welcome sleep.

1. The Sea Spirit
2. Song of the Sea-Wind
3. The Difference
4. The Truce of Night
5. The Old Man’s Grave

Ann Radcliffe (Анна Рэдклиф) Night ("Now Ev'ning fades! her pensive step retires")

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