Goodnight Poem by Della Hodgson James

When the sun has set
And the lights are low
The remaining shadows
Seem loathe to go.
When the dusky hues
Of approaching night
Wraps all the earth,
In deep twilight.
When the crickets creep
From their darkened den,
To make the nights musical
Concerts blend.
From windows, where honeysuckle
Fragrance cling,
To me is wafted
A breath of spring.
A little form
With noiseless tread,
Has leaned against me
With a sleep head.
The curls are pillowed
Upon my breast,
And the silken lashes
Soon close to rest.

This hour is sacred
Within my heart,
Enshrouded with dreams
From memories chart,
While the mockingbird sings
On her evenings last flight
We bid all the twilight
Scenes goodnight.