Beauteous darkness,
With a heavenly glow,
That wondrous starkness,
When stars overflow.

Late-night fantasies,
Are woven in time,
With sweet memories,
Of golden day sublime.

Bewitching lights,
Even in fog and haze,
Shine fervently bright,
As if they were ablaze.

Shrouds of darkness,
Piercing beams of light,
Many are unconscious,
Of the beautiful sight!