When all is silent and, like a swan, is still…
When the welkin fades away from its zenith…
(Graduating from sun to dream-making stars)
When heads, hearts, and minds replay the day gone by
And sighs with weary pleasure for the future…
When Moon dances in sleeping eyes, and stars vie…
To look at themselves upon the soft water…
When all the light is hushed and sweetly silver…
When the water in the air itself grows tired
And falls to the slumbering grass in dew form...
Night has awakened all her ancient splendor
And brought with her pure, unassuming grandeur.