O kind protecting Darkness! as a child Flies back to bury in its mother's lap His shame and his confusion, so to thee, O Mother Night, come I! within the folds Of thy dark robe hide thou me close; for I So long, so heedless, with external things Have played the liar, that whate'er I see, E'en these white glimmering curtains, yon bright stars, Which to the rest rain comfort down, for me Smiling those smiles, which I may not return, Or frowning frowns of fierce triumphant malice, As angry claimants or expectants sure Of that I promised and may not perform, Look me in the face! O hide me, Mother Night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 8. THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) YELLOW WARBLERS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |