In the deepest of the night
When no one stirs and there’s no sight
I’ll fill the air with all my might
And they will all feel my plight
The ground will turn and colour stain
And I’ll be sure to call its name
As colours change from white to red
On the floor, around the bed
And then when last I fall asleep
None will stir and none will weep.H.F. Dunne
