From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night br Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west, br Nor ever lingered in her wayward flight br With dusk-eyed glance to recompense his quest, br But over crocus hills and meadows gray br Sped fleetly on her way. br br Now when the Day, shorn of his failing strength, br Hath fallen spent before the sunset bars, br The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length, br Crowned with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars, br Creeps back repentantly upon her way br To kiss the dying Day.