A Hymn To the Night

Oh my lady Night, the dreamer’s mistress, Enfold me within your dark and sombre shroud, To sooth my doleful soul and show me happiness, And unfold before me a world of mystery, Then display your clouds to fill the emptiness, Of bygone memories and forlorn miseries. Instead of your embrace, upon me dreams bestow, That morrow may not grasp until you come again, To write what I had dreamt, do inspire me so, What is written down I cannot forget, Though we both are vain and our secrets keep, We must yet await the jolly sun to set. Allow me, my dear Night, to be your confidant, Amidst your children rise, the evanescent stars, When my solemn Reaper starts my name to chant, Yet until then I shall weave my rhyme and verse, And when your reign does pass, I must fall asleep, Only thence may I sing my hymn to the Night.