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Night Song

Translation of Charles Timothy Brooks

THE MOON is up in splendor,

And golden stars attend her;

The heavens are calm and bright;

Trees cast a deepening shadow;

And slowly off the meadow

A mist is rising silver-white.

Night’s curtains now are closing

Round half a world, reposing

In calm and holy trust;

All seems one vast, still chamber,

Where weary hearts remember

No more the sorrows of the dust.