The Night Is Young, Still Young

The night is young, still young The anchorite amongst his beady psalms Saith as the dusk red turned to strains Of grey darkening darkening up the hill Like a cool ball of blackness: All awhile The youthful sovereign in his fancied car Lit up one by one the dizzy stars Looking on our earth, of all of us: High stood the crag against the dusk And all its jutting lineaments In their proportion huge all hideous stood: But the sweet veil of night by slow degrees Hath covered its hideousness unwarily And with its balmy hands has filmed my eyes And with its murmurings soft like summer bees Has numbed my worries: Morpheus Awaits at the next gate but I will fall Before I need him: these sweet murmurings Are those of paradise above, and music soft As of the spheres azure floats all around: I am transported, I am moved above Where the planets rotate in silent rounds About them their vast seas and oceans large: Glimmer in the lightning of the skies With their blue radiance now turning to green Then to an orange red, then dusky red: Then in the distance rotating Massing their hues in one white radiant veil As if the ghosts have taken to the roads Where planets rotate in their silent rounds: The night is young, still young Yet I feel drowsy in its potions wild Hills now yield before my feet That in the day looked high and heavy and tall My feet no longer weary are, my eyes are closed And yet I see more than when they open I see: The air resistless lies; and in its rarity There is a sound of peace of the blue deep Moving around as where Planets rotate in their silent rounds And glimmer With their blue radiance turning now to green Then to an orange red, then dusky red, Then in the distance rotating Massing their hues in one white radiant veil The night is young, the night is young Saith the anchorite amidst his beady psalms.