African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Leathe Colvert, "Night" (1924)


O, fathomless pall that enshrouds me,
O, infinite power that binds me.
I cannot escape thee,
O night, night!
My spirit submits to thee,
My soul cries out to thee,
Thy power enslaveth me,
O night, night!
I search for some solace of woes,
I seek for calm and repose,
Thy mystic murmurs console me,
O night, night!

Published in The Messenger, December 1924

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