Comes the night that brings me rest, br Comes the dark that folds me in br This of all my nights the best, br Nights of virtue, nights of sin. br I can hear a water moan, br And it seems no mortal tide, br But my own grey life that's gone br With the darkness to abide. br Ah! beyond the veil I pierce — br See my pain and pleasure done br In a mouldering universe br Without stars and without sun! br Through my warm red veins the chill br Of Death's coming seems to creep, br Till the world grows ghasty still br To me in my lonely sleep br So I cease: this night is mine; br Other nights for other things! br Comes the gloom that is divine br With the peace for me it brings.