Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

The clash of the hail sweeps over the plain—

Night is coming!

Second Spirit.I see the light, and I hear the sound;

I'll sail on the flood of the tempests dark,

With the calm within and the light around

Which makes night day:

And then, when the gloom is deep and stark,

Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound;

My moon-like flight thou then may'st mark

On high, far away.