Ode to Night

Unfathomed Night, thou conduit of dreams,

Veiled sister of the lucid Day,

For thee I long, for thee I wait

And for thy favour pray.

Come and spread thy silken cloak upon me,

No other raiment will I wear

But thy aethereal garment

Of darkness and sweet air!

O goddess of soft unhurried hours,

Mistress of warm and whispered love,

Guardian of peace unsullied,

Thy silver orb above

Solemnly proclaims thy reign established

Under the stars’ eternal light,

An empire devoted to

The revelries of Night.