In the Late of Night

Brightly shone the moon the night,

though the frost was cruel.

And a dim beam of light,

slanting on to the table.

Outside the window,

the insidious smile of the nightmare,

intents to attack the sleeper on the soft pillow,

come into my view through the eerie air.

The pale dairy lie there, opened,

where the blue words ever danced on.

Several drops of tears kiss them and

gloomy flower burst into bloom.

Ah! All have changed!

Left behind the memory

goes into travail. And often,

stalk during the late of night.

In the late of night,

just before I close my eyes,

to myself I lie,

as I kiss everything goodbye.