I look up to the Night
And find the Night bare—
Starless, Cloudless, Moonless—
With nothing to wear;
The Night stares down at me
And finds me stripped of
Feeling and Emotion and
Heart and Soul and Love;
“I am acquainted with
The naked Night”—
I am bare of all that’s
Acquainted with Light.
And find the Night bare—
Starless, Cloudless, Moonless—
With nothing to wear;
The Night stares down at me
And finds me stripped of
Feeling and Emotion and
Heart and Soul and Love;
“I am acquainted with
The naked Night”—
I am bare of all that’s
Acquainted with Light.


Mckay

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