In silent grace comes the unassuming night
Draped in a cape of a golden light
She shrouds the earth, from hill to the sea
With her cloak of dark and tranquil peace
And the earth, so wearied by the drudging day
Melts in her arms, finds warm solace
With a hand, she pins stars in the skies
And with the other, she fills the jaded eyes
Of tired souls with placid sleep
And whispers oh such magical dreams
That no man, no tree, nor beast she meets
Is left untouched by her wand that heals
But soon she sees the break of dawn
And knows it is now time to move on
When come the first pink rays of the sun
She fades away, biding farewell to none
And the world awakens in sweet delight
Ever so grateful for the soothing night
So deep do some souls touch our lives
That only joy fills the hole they leave behind
And that is why when the great night dies
No laments are heard, none mourns nor cries
But for a sentimental flower or two
Whose hearts bleed tears of morning dew
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