Classic Poem

And Darkness, like a Fate, comes stealing down
In her black mantle, step by step, until
The trembling stars have dwindled down to one
Pale, solitary watcher. Lone and chill
Falls its meek glance on river, wood and hill.
See, you can even mark its heart-beats, love!
Each mortal has his mission to fulfil,
Each planet is accountable to Jove,
Both do His high behests, His sovereign Will approve.