From behind silvered clouds moon peeks an eye

Whippoorwill warbles evensong’s sweet lullaby

Upon the mill pond  drifts a drowsy haze

That twilight has it’s way of carrying away in dream

New-sprung stars twinkle welcome to this world

One by one they jewel the sky

Over yonder meadow where stir the deer

Silhouetted against full moon’s watchful glow

Marsh creatures commence in the languishing light

From the rushes to tenor the song of a secret choir

None other reason, save, for to uplift the heart

Well-wisher’s song on the night breeze drifts

For many a wayfarer have wandered

A thousand miles into the depths of night

In need of a blessing in their darkest hour

Where the night jasmine steals away on the breeze

And upon the windfall a blessing takes wing

And like a breath of heaven finds the way

Beyond a flight of fancy to where dreams are made

And in the peaceable stillness where the thicket is dark

Is captured by the sigh of a restless heart

And those who have found themselves

Surrounded by the darkness of night

Discover sweeter are the blessings

In the midnight hour