Here on the spray-kissed beach,
In silence, that between such friends as we
Is full of deepest speech.
WHIP-POOR-WILL AND KATY-DID
Slow de night 's a-fallin',
An' I hyeah de callin,
Out erpon de lonesome hill;
Soun' is moughty dreary,
Solemn-lak an' skeery,
Sayin' fu' to "whip po' Will."