Creature of the Night
When peaceful silence Earth enfolds,
And Hypnos reigneth in full sway,
The starlight its own magic holds,
The Moon doth shine as bright as day.
'Tis then that the creature stirs,
Untouched by old Sumnus' charm;
The Night, a mighty force that spurs
To mischief him, and harm.
He preyeth on the resting mind
And revels in the taste of thought.
His victim wonders him to find
By light of day all come to naught.
What awful musings doth he bring,
But faith unhinged and reason shaken?
Yet those who once have heard him sing,
Go back to sleep and never waken.