Poem by Louise Chandler Moulton

To-Night

BEND low, O dusky Night,
  And give my spirit rest.
  Hold me to your deep breast,
And put old cares to flight.
Give back the lost delight
  That once my soul possest,
  When Love was loveliest.
Bend low, O dusky Night!

Enfold me in your arms--
  The sole embrace I crave
  Until the embracing grave
Shield me from life's alarms.
I dare your subtlest charms;
  Your deepest spell I brave,--
  O, strong to slay or save,
Enfold me in your arms!

1. Were But My Spirit Loosed Upon The Air
2. Afar
3. A Summer's Growth
4. Love Is Dead
5. My Birthday

Sara Teasdale To-night ("The moon is a curving flower of gold")

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