Monologue Of Night-Lamp 2

The night lamp Sad from Time of dusk And Of The fading day Now speaks To wit Now speaks This way: ‘Bring me my fellow night-lamps That Together Reflecting In the haze of waters Nocturnal Gathering Bring me Bring me my fellow night lamps! The day has been dreary As days Are wont to be And now That Night Has Come With Beauty Out: Now Bring us together That reflected together We dance on the sea! See! Hear! I scent the sea nocturnal Mourning Protesting For us on its bosom Light! Light the other lamps In The Romantic City! The towers of Light And Colored fireworks Split silent Across The Dark Skies And Dark Silhouettes: A small crowd Claps Joy the waters Yet The Display on Them Is Of The night lamps Moving Moving Humans Just the best! Fireworks colored Above Below The reflected night-lamps What color In the city springs What Troubadour of beauty Silent Sings In the romantic City!