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