Night! the lute as daylight But dim
A cloister strangely near a hill
Rang the evening chimes of prayor
The shadows of the miniature lamps
Shaped strange unseen, frightful creatures
Of horrid ghosts, vailed in pale caps
The Solitude teeming in its hush
Let the unseen noises of insects clear
Buzz in their melancholy wiery hum
Dreams are short, But their Beauties are
Rare, night is long, causes thought
Its Freedom, of Fantasie to acquire
The grey demon clouds covered Heaven
Which hid the moon, but stars retreating fought
S Greenberg c.1915
