Here now I write into the twilight hour,

Delighting more in candles than the sun,

Preferring colors that the stars adore

Amidst mute thoughtful musings of the moon;

Soft sleeps the velvet night upon the sea,

Majestic more the purple mantled range,

Warm midnight blue lay shadows on the lea,

Gloam swaddled drowsy dwellings on the grange.

The heavens are best mirrored by still water,

So purest thoughts reflect from tranquil minds,

Of this and more mute probing souls may ponder:

Aged truths in contemplation there to find;

A glim shines brighter, cloaked in dimmest light—

I welcome so the comfort of the night.