O� hence, here come the brazen tones of Dawn,
breaking through the soft caress of starlight.
Throughout the eve of softly pealing chimes,
the ever loving Night of vows exchanged,
came the brassy, blaring, booming of the
brashly brandished bells. Cutting quickly through
the magic in the making. A single
stolen kiss, a hurried word, a soft embrace,
a loving promise of another day.
But as the fiery steeds of day, pulling
their sun to higher light, arise in triumph,
I only wish for gentle night.
For though the bright and glaring sun doth shine,
I know that I can always find that world,
that world of Love and Night