Unfathomed night; thou conduit of dreams,

Veiled sister of the lucid day,

For thee I long, for thee I wait

And for thy favour pray!

Come and spread thy silken cloak upon me,

No other raiment will I wear

But thy ethereal garment

Of darkness and sweet air!

O goddess of soft, unhurried hours,

Mistress of warm and whispered love,

Guardian of peace unsullied;

Thy silver orb above

Solemnly proclaims thy reign established

Under the stars’ eternal light;

An empire devoted to

The revelries of night.