William Winter (Уильям Винтер)

The Night Watch

Beneath the midnight moon of May,
  Through dusk on either hand,
One sheet of silver spreads the bay,
  One crescent jet the land;
The black ships mirrored in the stream      
  Their ghostly tresses shake—
When will the dead world cease to dream?
  When will the morning break?

Beneath a night no longer May,
  Where only cold stars shine,        
One glimmering ocean spreads away
  This haunted life of mine;
And, shattered on the frozen shore,
  My harp can never wake—
When will this night of death be o’er?        
  When will the morning break?

1. Adelaide Neilson
2. Lester Wallack
3. Arthur: (1872–1886)
4. Unwritten Poems
5. My Queen

Danske Dandridge (Данске Дэндридж) The Night Watch ("A shrouded woman sits through the dark night")

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