| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IV. Inevitable
The Night Cometh | | By John McCrae (1872–1918) |
| | | COMETH the night. The wind falls low, | |
| The trees swing slowly to and fro: | |
| Around the church the headstones grey | |
| Cluster, like children stray’d away | |
| But found again, and folded so. | 5 |
| No chiding look doth she bestow: | |
| If she is glad, they cannot know; | |
| If ill or well they spend their day, | |
| Cometh the night. | |
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| Singing or sad, intent they go: | 10 |
| They do not see the shadows grow; | |
| ‘There yet is time,’ they lightly say, | |
| ‘Before our work aside we lay’; | |
| Their task is but half-done, and lo! | |
| Cometh the night. | 15 | | | |
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