After the grim daylight
C. Willeby
After the grim daylight,
Night --
Night and the stars and the sea!
Only the sea, and the stars
And the star-shown sails and spars --
Naught else in the night for me!
Over the northern height,
Light --
Light and the dawn of a day
With nothing for me but a breast
Laboured with love's unrest,
And the irk of an idle May!