Hymn To The Night

I herd the trailing garments of the night

sweep through her marble halls;

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light

from the celestial walls

I felt her presence by its spell of might,

stopp o'er me from above, from above

the calm the majestic presence of the night

as of the one I love

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,

the manifold soft chimes

that fill the haunted chambers of the night

like some old poet's rhymes

I felt her presence by its spell of might

stoop o'er me from above

tha calm, the majestic presence of the night

as of the one I love

I felt her presence by its spell of might

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight

The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair

the best beloved night

peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer

descend with broad-winged flight

I felt her presence by its spell of night

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight