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 aethereal 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.
