Normale Version: To Night
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To Night

I love thee, mournful, sober-suited Night!
When the faint moon, yet lingering in her wane,
And veiled in clouds, with pale uncertain light
Hangs o’er the waters of the restless main.

In deep depression sunk, the enfeebled mind
Will to the deaf cold elements complain,
And tell the embosomed grief, however vain,
To sullen surges and the viewless wind.

Though no repose on thy dark breast I find,
I still enjoy thee – cheerless as thou art;
For in thy quiet gloom the exhausted heart
Is calm, though wretched; hopeless, yet resigned.

While to the winds and waves its sorrows given,
May reach – though lost on earth – the ear of Heaven!