Good Night

By Seamus Heaney

A latch lifting, an edged cave of light

Opens across the yard. Out of the low door

They stoop in to the honeyed corridor,

Then walk straight through the wall of the dark.

A puddle, cobble-stones, jambs and doorstep

Are set steady in a block of brightness

Till she strides in again beyond her shadows

And cancels everything behind her.