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Ἀσπασίη, τρίλλιστος
I heard 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, / Stoop o'er me from above; / The calm, 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 poet's rhymes.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air / My spirit drank repose; / The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,- / From those deep cisterns flows.
O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear / What man has borne before! / Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, / And they complain no more.
Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! / Descend with broad-winged flight, / The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, / The best-beloved Night!