I herd the trailing garments of the night sweep through her marble halls; I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light from the celestial walls
I felt her presence by its spell of might, stopp o'er me from above, from above the calm the majestic presence of the night as of the one I love
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, the manifold soft chimes that fill the haunted chambers of the night like some old poet's rhymes
I felt her presence by its spell of might stoop o'er me from above tha calm, the majestic presence of the night as of the one I love I felt her presence by its spell of might I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight
The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair the best beloved night peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer descend with broad-winged flight
I felt her presence by its spell of night I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight