The night is young, still young
The anchorite amongst his beady psalms
Saith as the dusk red turned to strains
Of grey darkening darkening up the hill
Like a cool ball of blackness:
All awhile
The youthful sovereign in his fancied car
Lit up one by one the dizzy stars
Looking on our earth, of all of us:
High stood the crag against the dusk
And all its jutting lineaments
In their proportion huge all hideous stood:
But the sweet veil of night by slow degrees
Hath covered its hideousness unwarily
And with its balmy hands has filmed my eyes
And with its murmurings soft like summer bees
Has numbed my worries: Morpheus
Awaits at the next gate but I will fall
Before I need him: these sweet murmurings
Are those of paradise above, and music soft
As of the spheres azure floats all around:
I am transported, I am moved above
Where the planets rotate in silent rounds
About them their vast seas and oceans large:
Glimmer in the lightning of the skies
With their blue radiance now turning to green
Then to an orange red, then dusky red:
Then in the distance rotating
Massing their hues in one white radiant veil
As if the ghosts have taken to the roads
Where planets rotate in their silent rounds:
The night is young, still young
Yet I feel drowsy in its potions wild
Hills now yield before my feet
That in the day looked high and heavy and tall
My feet no longer weary are, my eyes are closed
And yet I see more than when they open I see:
The air resistless lies; and in its rarity
There is a sound of peace of the blue deep
Moving around as where
Planets rotate in their silent rounds
And glimmer
With their blue radiance turning now to green
Then to an orange red, then dusky red,
Then in the distance rotating
Massing their hues in one white radiant veil
The night is young, the night is young
Saith the anchorite amidst his beady psalms.
Emmanuel George Cefai
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