Unto This Night


Unto this night 
At length do I speak 
I define it beauteous 
Whilst others proclaim it bleak 

No sooner would I invoke this malcontent 
Than reproach what would transpire 
But this night overwhelms me 
And evil is whatever men may conspire 

Victim of my pendulous nature 
I know never can I refrain 
From this nocturnal envy 
To feel the beauty that in it remains 

To live my life accordingly 
However, fate transcends! 
As destiny runs its course 
A beginning unto its end 

If I had half the beauty of the night 
No more than would allow 
I would cherish this placid amenity 
And never, it, would I unhallow