"Day, like a flower of gold fades on its crimson bed;
For the many chambered night unbars to shut its
sweetness up;
From earth and heaven fast drawn together a heavy
stillness is shed,
And our hearts drink the shadowy splendour from a
brimming cup.
For the indrawn breath of beauty thrills the holy caves
of night;
Shimmering winds of heaven fall gently and mysterious
hands caress
Our wan brows with cooling rapture of the delicate
starlight
Dropping from the night’s blue walls in endless veils of
loveliness."
'Nocturne', by Isaac Rosenberg