Clad in a flowing gown,
My hair I’ve taken down,
And, o’er my shoulders thrown,
It seeks my loosen’d zone;
Thus, free from all undue restraint, we sit,
My darling Muse and I, to try our wit,
While, author-like, our learned brows we knit,
And coax our brains bright sparkles to emit.
’Tis true, the silent night
Has darken’d round us quite;