To half the moon, a lamp more neighboring.
All in a moment, Destiny and Chance
Began, and over mortals ruled with power;
To me they gave the still and sober hour,
As like to like, in birth and circumstance.
As attribute in action is expressed,
And darkness is the property of night,
So e’en to be myself is sad to be;
Yet is my troubled spirit soothed to rest,
Remembering, its dusk may render bright