Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balmFor eyes grown weary of the garish day!Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palmThe poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.
julia caroline dorrCome, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.