Come in the noiselessness of night
To chant unearthly notes and bars
To the unquiet, pensive stars —
To carol many a carping tune
In mockery of the mourning moon —
By which the jackal and the lynx
Make curious queries to the Sphynx,
Who never drops her stony eyes
From contemplation of the skies
To heed the rout, whose awful howls