| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | Night | | By Charles Heavysege (1816–1876) |
| | | ’TIS solemn darkness; the sublime of shade; | |
| Night by no stars nor rising moon relieved; | |
| The awful blank of nothingness arrayed, | |
| O’er which my eyeballs roll in vain, deceived. | |
| Upward, around, and downward I explore, | 5 |
| E’en to the frontiers of the ebon air, | |
| But cannot, though I strive, discover more | |
| Than what seems one huge cavern of despair. | |
| O Night, art thou so grim, when black and bare | |
| Of moonbeams, and no cloudlets to adorn? | 10 |
| Like a nude Ethiop ’twixt two houris fair | |
| Thou standest between the evening and the morn. | |
| I took thee for an angel, but have wooed | |
| A cacodaemon in mine ignorant mood. | | | | |
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