Night
Come, gentle Sister of the starry eyes,
With sable fingers open to our sight
Those fields of unimaginable skies—
Your vast demesne—Come, gentle Sister, Night.
Come in the silence. Let us hear afar
The tramp of Time's retreat, diminshed long,
Till night and quiet light and music are,
And in our souls is everlasting song.
With sable fingers open to our sight
Those fields of unimaginable skies—
Your vast demesne—Come, gentle Sister, Night.
Come in the silence. Let us hear afar
The tramp of Time's retreat, diminshed long,
Till night and quiet light and music are,
And in our souls is everlasting song.
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