Dark sky

The dark was the view they craved to see,

And the stars and the moon that deigns upon sea

The dark is that void that turns 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 reigns

And the fretful hour when men turns men's bane

The dark is that moment when silence condescends the land

And the starry minutes when daylight disband

The dark is that future that rest by the day,

And the past that lurks at the light of the day.