The Night

Oh, shroud of twilight, blissfully dense,
Enfold me in dreams, from the world’s pretense;
The stars, they blink with a winking smile,
Spill silver dew as they linger awhile.

In the cool embrace where shadows creep,
Every sigh of the night, the earth’s secrets keep;
Whispered notes of the nightingale weave,
Through velvet darkness, it dares to believe.

Let the night carry our worries and fears,
In her tender arms, we drown our tears;
For within the veil, the heart learns to fight,
And rage against sorrow until morning light.

• Charles Baudelaire