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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's spell of night
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight