His Vigil.

Close the book and dim the light, I shall read no more to-night. No—I am not sleepy, dear— Do not go: sit by me here In the darkness and the deep Silence of the watch I keep. Something in your presence so Soothes me—as in long ago I first felt your hand—as now— In the darkness touch my brow; I've no other wish than you Thus should fold mine eyelids to, Saying nought of sigh or tear— Just as God were sitting here.