A world of sighs, of cravings and of crimes,
Of maddening joys, of languors that consume,
Of pains unbearable, of livid fears,
Of nightmares and of dreams.
Then there’s the sombre gray of shifting clouds
Whose masses rent asunder now reveal
The radiant luminary of the night,
Her silv’ry, radiant face is Queen of night.
The Lady in black velvet is the night.