THE STARS are pale. br Old is the Night, his case is grievous, br His strength doth fail. br br Through stilly hours br The dews have draped with love’s old lavishness br The drowsy flowers. br br And Night shall die. br Already, lo! the Morn’s first ecstasies br Across the sky. br br An evil time is done. br Again, as some one lost in a quaint parable, br Comes up the Sun.