Without Face Hymn To The Night

I herd the trailing garments of the night

sweep through her marble halls;

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light

from the celestial walls



I felt her presence by its spell of might,

stopp oer me from above, from above

the calm the majestic presence of the night

as of the one I love



I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,

the manifold soft chimes

that fill the haunted chambers of the night

like some old poets rhymes



I felt her presence by its spell of might

stoop oer me from above

tha calm, the majestic presence of the night

as of the one I love

I felt her presence by its spell of might

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight



The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair

the best beloved night

peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer

descend with broad-winged flight



I felt her presence by its spell of night

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight


[ Hymn to the Night Lyrics ]