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 it's spell of might,

Stoop o'er 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 poet's rhymes



I felt her presence by it's spell of might

Stoop o'er me from above

The 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 breath this prayer

Descend with broad-winged flight

I felt her presence by it'spell of might

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight