Hour of Night
We have come home and closed the door
After an evening city-bright,
Home to familiar wall and floor
Let us turn out each light,
Saving one quiet hour more
To know the night.
Draw back the curtain.Let a star,
A hill and pine tree tell why
The heart-deep satisfactions are
A spot of earth, a square of sky,
A full moon only treetop-far
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