Good - Night , my burden. Rest you there,
The working hours are over;
Poor weight, that had to be my care,
And why, let time discover!
The evening star sheds down on me
The dearer look than laughter,
At whose clear call I put by all
Forbids me follow after; —
Free, free to breathe First-Breath again, the breath of all hereafter!

Good-night, heart's grief: and rest you there,
Until your own to-morrow.
Here's only place for that wide air
More old, more young, than sorrow.
And though I hear, from far without,
These caging winds keep revel,
Oh, yet I must bestow some trust
Where water seeks her level,
Where wise-heart water seeks and sings, until she reach the level.