NOCTURNE

Be thou at peace this night

Wherever be thy bed,

Thy slumbering be light,

The fearful dreams be dead

Within thy lovely head;

God keep thee in His sight.

No hint of love molest

Thy quiet mind again;

Night fold thee to her breast

And hush thy crying pain;

Let memory in vain

Conspire against thy rest.

So may thy thoughts be lost

In the full hush of sleep.

Lest any sight accost

Thine eyes to make them weep,

In darkness buried deep

For ever be my ghost.

Edward L. Davison