Night - A poem by Anne Bronte

I am continuing with my Victober Challenge.  I have read Thomas Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge and also My Lady Ludlow by Elizabeth Gaskell.  I recommend both.  We were also asked to read a poem from the Victorian Era.  I decided on Night by Anne Bronte which I like: 

Night by Anne Brone

I love the silent hour of night,

For blissful dreams may then arise,

Revealing to my charmed sight

What may not bless my waking eyes.

And then a voice may meet my ear,

That death has silenced long ago;

And hope and rapture may appear

Instead of solitude and woe.

Cold in the grave for years has lain

The form it was my bliss to see;

And only dreams can bring again,

The darling of my heart to me.