Sunday, 18 August 2013

Mother Night by James Weldon Johnson

Eternities before the first-born day, 
Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, 
Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, 
A brooding mother over chaos lay. 
And whirling suns shall blaze and then decay, 
Shall run their fiery courses and then claim 
The haven of the darkness whence they came; 
Back to Nirvanic peace shall grope their way. 
So when my feeble sun of life burns out, 
And sounded is the hour for my long sleep, 
I shall, full weary of the feverish light, 
Welcome the darkness without fear or doubt, 
And heavy-lidded, I shall softly creep 
Into the quiet bosom of the Night. 
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