Somewhere in the west when the sun does leave,
the night arrives after the long hour of the eve.
Beautiful night advances as a newly wed bride,
adorned by stellar jewels; walking with a shy pride,
Slowly she casts her magical shadow on earth,
the earth is enraptured by her halcyon mirth!
The earth in still silence, is sleeping
while from above, the night is peeping;
She looks over the ferns, the flowers and the fields,
the beauty of which in the dark is veiled...
She knows her stay is short and finite.
for she has to leave when the east shows light.
A few hours she stays then silently walks away,
and her place is taken by the bright burning day.