O, Night! How I love thy thunderous silence
And thy busy stillness.
I lurk in your darkest corners
And run in your brightest fields.
I roam in your shadows ever moving.
How I change with the ever waning moon.
O, Night! How you cause things of fear and the wonderment,
And love, bright and budding under moonlit sky.
Your ebony thickness scares me,
But brings an excitable chill.
I bask in your dotted starlight