We Hail The Night
We hail the night like the howling wolves
Light of the summer! In the storm,
Pale reasoners that promote a Maker,
Grey set on a graceful chair,
Lay all our frozen snow;
She gave no step to put a door,
Sit by her side and counsel,
A long snow petals are drawn across the knee,
From the bed, I blew this far away,
Or put a vision back to other glass;
Blue was she with the call,
Was singing in the air the night,
Light for a slender thing,
Behold a good Greek,
Or when the dark breast of silence,
The snow was over my own white farm,
Silver’s long coffin lid
Sprang with her wealth of social joy,
Or if I hold by any water at night,
Might be winter in Vermont.
Pale through the glittering lyric dress,
Light as a mist of fragrant milk
Let’s sing soft songs as the midnight hour draws in
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