The kingdom of the pale moonlight
And mem'ry, when things gone and bright

Are back to mortals brought.

The night--the night--the brilliant night

Clothed in her starry robe:

When sweet to Hope's ecstatic sight,
Come future dreams that day's hard light

Had banished from the globe.

The night--the night--the peaceful night!

The pause, when each calm joy,

Which Time, that oft unpitying wight,
Has spared or granted in his flight,

Is known without alloy.