Four short lines carry a lot of loss. The speaker says war has "robbed" them of light, which could mean literal light, like electricity or lamps, or something broader, like hope, warmth, or the ordinary comfort of an evening. The title, "Refugees," suggests the "we" are people who have been displaced, though the poem never spells out where they are or how they got there.
The most striking moment is the third line, "too late to take pleasure in talk." Conversation, one of the simplest things people share, no longer feels possible, or has come too late to matter. The speaker seems tired and quietly resigned rather than angry. Then comes the final line: putting on a "night cloak" is a small, almost calm gesture. It could mean sheltering in the dark, hiding, or simply giving in to the night. The mood is hushed, bleak, and weary, and what the poem leaves unsaid makes it hit harder.