The dark sky

The dark was the view they craved to see,

And the stars and the moon that deign upon sea

The dark is that void that turn eyes to sleep

And the mantle that hides all that creeps

The silence in the gloom grows all on the soil

And makes workers rest from their toil

The dark is that joy that makes owls hoot

And the ominous hour where hides the coot

The dark is that moment when nightly beings reign

And the fretful hour when men turn men's bane

The dark is that moment when silence condescends the land

And the starry minutes when daylight disbands

The dark is that future that rests by the day,

And the past that lurks at the ligh

t of the day.