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...
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