A night-bird calls-
Its bell-notes make a
Temple of the Dark.

Its cool notes ring-
and all unpleasant dreams are put to flight.

Strange comfort of that call!

Cool as the clapper of a
Distant Bell.

And palm-fronds at my window tap,
nd seem to say.-"were with you, all is well.

Unknown sentinel--keep watch for me,
and guard the watches of the scented night,

Tear down the ragged curtain of the dawn,
Blot out the moon,
and herald Suns first light.

~~ by Maia Russell