O! how night descends,
How light fades as the day ends,
How the lights of stars speckle the sky,
How the sun goes low as the moon goes high!
The crickets chirp their song,
Persisting while the night is long,
Searching for a mate to call,
To be refused would be their fall.
To the night I sing my song
Of a day that has since gone
As I stare upon the starlight
And dance below the moonlight.
O night, o night!
How the stars speckle the sky,
How the sun goes low as the moon goes high,
O! How the poets lie!