Night bade me rest. I left the street,
Its faces fair and banter sweet;
And oh, how human seem’d the town
Beside which I had laid me down!
But, ere I slept, the rising moon,
From skies as blue as if ’twere noon,
Pour’d forth her light in silvery streams,
Eclipsing all my light of dreams.
And soon, as if some power would shake
My drowsy eyes, and make them wake,