10.08.2014, 13:06
THE ANGEL OF NIGHT
WITH dusky pinions spread, from out the land
Of twilight glides the angel of the night,
And earthward softly plumes her silent flight,
While gathering darkness from her wings is fanned
Across the cloud-world, musically and bland.
Around her flow her garments, sprent with .stars.
As far away, toward the sunset bars.
She takes her noiseless flight, and from her hand
Scatters the balm of sleep on all below.
From off her wings she winnows silver dew
On slumbering flowers, whose aromas go
Far in AEolian wanderings, breaking through
Melodious silence in faint ebb and flow,
Till fair Aurora peeps from eastern blue.
WITH dusky pinions spread, from out the land
Of twilight glides the angel of the night,
And earthward softly plumes her silent flight,
While gathering darkness from her wings is fanned
Across the cloud-world, musically and bland.
Around her flow her garments, sprent with .stars.
As far away, toward the sunset bars.
She takes her noiseless flight, and from her hand
Scatters the balm of sleep on all below.
From off her wings she winnows silver dew
On slumbering flowers, whose aromas go
Far in AEolian wanderings, breaking through
Melodious silence in faint ebb and flow,
Till fair Aurora peeps from eastern blue.