Sing to the Night
Sing to the night!
By the broomstick in flight!
Over the fen and animal’s den—
Flown from the clutches of men!
Sing to the clouds!
In ephemeral shrouds,
Lambent in grey over hilltop and bay,
Bright in the moon’s happy ray.
Sing to the wind!
Lest thee falter chagrined,
Buoy up thy song to magnificent throng,
Bright as the resonant gong!
Sing to the trees!
To the hum of the bees,
Gay as the feast by the baron released,
Full as the harvest increased.
Sing to the moon!
With melodious tune,
Worship the light in unbridled delight,
Perfectly clear in her sight.
Sing to the bats!
And familiar cats,
Welcome their life, bringing comfort to strife,
Making our revelry rife.
Sing to the frogs!
And the hoofs of the hogs,
Trotting through trees in the dark flowing breeze,
Trumpet thy merriment please.
Sing to the air!
Rushing cold in my hair,
Fresher than ice, prompting glee in a trice,
Vigour and vim to suffice.
Sing to the girls!
As the midnight unfurls,
Soft in their sheets or their fireside seats,
Soft as the lamps in the streets.
Sing to the rocks!
And the ships in the docks,
Soft as the streams and the fabric of dreams,
Sing to the sky as she gleams…
adamdaniel 