Night

I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.

Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me.

by Anne Brontë

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This wonderful poem is set on music and performed live on radio by Peter Fernay and is the Title of his CD 'Night. Radio Live performance on Youtube search for: Peter Fernay Henk