English poem
Night
by William Morris (1834–1896)
I am Night: I bring again Hope of pleasure, rest from pain: Thoughts unsaid 'twixt Life and Death My fruitful silence quickeneth.
More by William Morris
- More Gifts Are Given to Beowulf. the Brising Collar Told Of
- More Words of the Messenger. How He Fears the Swedes When They Wot of Beowulf Dead
- Mother And Son.
- Near Avalon
- No Master
- Now Comes Beowulf Ecgtheow's Son to the Land of the Danes, and the Wall-Warden Speaketh with Him
- Now is Beowulf Left in the Hall Alone with His Men
- Of Gripir's Foretelling.