Night Piece

Ford Madox Hueffer

1873 to 1939

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Ah, of those better tides of dark and melancholy—
When one's abroad, in a field-the night very deep, very holy;
The turf very sodden a-foot, walking heavy—the small ring of light,
O' the lanthorn one carries, a-swinging to left and to right,
Revealing a flicker of hedgerow, a flicker of rushes —and Night
Ev'rywhere; ev'rywhere sleep and a hushing to sleep—
I know that I never shall utter the uttermost secrets aright,
They lie so deep.