O let the night lay in its Sedate charm. For when thou wilt not,let it lay upon the wings of the moon , Whither than the evening's beak perking at distant mounds. Give it Silence,let its season lapse. It will take its time and so let its heavens spread,so that all the sedate charms will be in love with its bird nest of tranquility. And pays liberty till silence by silence to silence the goddess of creation, Till all nature takes at night liberty at its will