Owls Of The Night Poem by George Samuel

Grateful to fall asleep:
Unlike when the waters weep '
Dripping through the face of the sad earth;
Burying her dead '
Now the eyes are dim;

So it is when the coy moon throws her beam '
Some say the night has fallen;
Yet, hanging like a swollen balloon'
Drifting wearily across the the snowy lagoon;

Some owls crying nighh'
And dark spirits flying by;
The world at night is full of sighs'
Even the sleeping groans are high;
All to equip darkness to be feared '

Though in sleep we would never care;
Hours were gently so '
Never to disturb the calm too;
Till the end and dawn '
Is taken so lightly as a frown.