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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Night

By Vasily Zhukovsky (1783–1852)

Translation of Nathan Haskell Dole

ALREADY now the weary day

Has through the purple waves descended;

The cooling shades have fast extended;

The azure arch of heaven grows gray!

And solemn Night with peaceful pinions

Comas winging through her vast dominions,

And Hesper with his glittering star

Is herald of her flight afar!

To us, O heavenly Night, draw near

With Slumber’s welcome chalice hovering,

With magic curtain all things covering,

To weary hearts bring peace and cheer!

Soothe with thy presence so pacific,

With thy sweet music soporific,

As mothers soothe their babes to rest,

The soul by sorrow’s pangs distrest.