English poem
A Nocturne
by Richard Garnett (1835–1906)
Keen winds of cloud and vaporous drift Disrobe yon star, as ghosts that lift A snowy curtain from its place, To scan a pillowed beauty’s face.
They see her slumbering splendours lie Bedded on blue unfathomed sky, And swoon for love and deep delight, And stillness falls on all the night.