I like the night when it is temper’d with
ravings of thunder & rain. I like it
when trees are inspired to burst into dance
of mad green flame. To see the dark so lit,
to feel its dark thirst so slack'd, gives me ease.
I've watch’d water drool on my window panes
and, for a moment, this sad world seems sane.
I often pray the rain would never cease.
And I like you, the balm to my fever,
for you laugh at my fool's coat of motley
& you put my frown to rest. Better
times I have known, but none like those with thee.
Let the world course on in its deadly pace,
I'll stay with you & the night's moist embrace.