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.
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