Proclaims that the day and its work are done;
Where moon and stars shed the only light
On trails that are hushed and dim by night.
He wanders alone in the crowded town
Where skies are forgotten when night comes down,
Where torches alight in traffic’s name
May broider the streets with threads of flame,
May blazon the walls in strange designs,
May rive the darkness with flashing signs,
But quench the beam from each torch in the sky