Classic Poem

The Sweet Night

The sweet night reaches thee, my lady fair!
The winds caress thee, and the same stars shine
Upon thee, — thy pure heavens are also mine;
The same rich darkness mixes with thy hair, —
We breathe the same involuntary air, —
In thy soft locks the braided vapours twine, —
And all their countless scents of larch and pine
From each to each the darkling hill-sides bear.

The sweet night reaches thee; — we are not far
Apart, — the sweet night reaches thee, and falls
About thee like a mantle; every star
That lights the blue illimitable halls
Shines upon each; our faces, truly, are
Set face to face within the wide night's walls.English