Then In To The Night Pray

Then In to the night pray If thunder you will roar Roar gently: My fear grows Then In to the night pray If rain you will patter Patter gently: My fear grows Then In to the night pray If wind you will blow Blow gently: My fear grows Hear Hear the windows and The doors Creak – they creak already Though but red dusk is Still on wing of flight. And the sea waves I hear Rustle Rustle Rustle as they hostile Enter into the port Those soldier-sailors of the benighted dark: And tempests will be as centuries were And as the tempests were in centuries old In old Valletta