To the night
I sing today, to
the night this verse dedicate:
here
from the hermit grotto stringing
my lyre in the nocturnal singing
as bodies celestial are rotating
as night's dark curtain to beauty be clinging.
here on this cliff, these winds, this gale,
and on the jut below I look
into the hideous depths by the dark hidden
a little lit by moon and rock-arising spume:
here on this cliff, here
the nest of my old wildness
to the night
I sing today, to
the night this verse dedicate:
here
from the hermit grotto stringing
my lyre in the nocturnal singing
as bodies celestial are rotating
as night's dark curtain to beauty be clinging.
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