Hello sadness, again I find
Between the old and warming day:
And the birds chirp quieter - a calling night
And the children sleep away.

That's left is me and earth her moon
Still shining out the curtain sky;
The 'choly time when in sweet hue
When bedtime sheets are warmest high:

When sidewalks tint in waning grey
That lead the wind to lonely rooms
More good sadness from night today -
Or Tuesday I should call it too.