Till, growing too noisy, old Darkness awoke
And sent them all back to their flowers again.
Then slowly the giant arose from his rest,
His mantle of glory aside he first cast,
Then frowned on the moon till she sunk in the west,
For she knew that her hour of triumph was past.
Yes, yes it was o’er, and darkness again
Spread out his broad wings for a while,
Till the light of the Morn, as she rose o’er the plain,
Dispelled all his gloom by her smile;