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 possessed,
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!