A Vision of the Night

When finally I behold the sight A sinewy shadow, a vision of light That holds captive both my joy and my fright I then will drink from the cup of the night Quiet, echoes of hills and mountains alike Resounding, abounding forever my fight As the walk of shadows in the deep of the night The stillness complete and such a delight That moment will come to pass alright To bid thee fair well I may not or I might As to the horizon my eyes turn and behold the sight I say then to all good night, good night...