NIGHT WATCH

Two o'clock
The raindrops fall,
Soft winds rock
The trees, o'er all
	Is quiet
Three o'clock
The whippoorwills
Softly mock
From yonder hills
	In the quiet
Four o'clock
The sky is red,
A promise of
The day ahead
	Of quiet
Five o'clock
A sun so bright
Has replaced
The dim of night
	In quiet
Six o'clock
The day is come
But at Kvutza
Till day is done
	No quiet!

Rita Greenberg, 1937