Night unfolds her velvet gown
And reaches out to touch the hem
Of Day’s retreating form.
Softly, Softly,
She steals away the light,
And folds up Morning’s gown
In chests of deepest blue,
To wait until Darkness,
Has carried out her silent parade-
Then Light once more her golden skirts will shake,
And dance her way across an azure sky.
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