The park is filled with night and fog, br The veils are drawn about the world, br The drowsy lights along the paths br Are dim and pearled. br br Gold and gleaming the empty streets, br gold and gleaming the misty lake, br The mirrored lights like sunken swords, br Glimmer and shake. br br Oh, is it not enought to be br Here with this beauty over me? br My throat should ache with praise, and I br Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.