Midnight has come to drape her robe
Of darkness over this side of the globe.
Smooth, like velvet, it muffles all sound
Save for the hem touching the ground.
And from its deep folds, bright jewels shine forth:
Lyra, Orion, the Star of the North.
Such riches never before seen on Earth
Sparkle these diamonds of unmeasured worth.
Midnight displays her riches untold;
To her stars are dust. How would she treat gold?