Yet still I write into the darkness more
Enjoying muted candle o’er harsh sun,
Preferring cover that the stars adore
Amidst the quiet musings of the moon;
Soft is the velvet night upon the sea,
Majestic more the purple twilit range,
At peace, the silent shadows on the lea
That blanket sleeping dwellings on the grange.
The heavens are best mirrored by still water,
The purest thought reflects from tranquil minds,
Of this and more the probing soul may ponder
Where truth in contemplation it may find.
A glim apparent most in darkness quite;
I welcome so the comfort of the night.
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