An Old Owl Sage

An old owl sage Sate her on a fir In Hastings Gardens Midnight was nigh And said the sage owl: ‘Choose the night Do not hate the day To hate never a way But choose the night The stars, moon light Already in the night So many humans come So many discoveries So many verses Dramas plays and prose Philosophy economics Sociology – all civilization How much of it Was begotten in the night Quiet! And more must be begotten In the night And we individuals must Take on us, wear The mantles of the night In what we do and think and make And then together will we be The more; the less of war; How much Begotten was and must in the Night quiet!