Oh, that the sun is asleep
Seems to be unreal.
That the night will be calm
Remains a purely false tale.
My village nightly gathering
Is as noisy as unstoppable rage.
There goes the storm-like roar
Much-more as a day patronage
What a daytime night
In a moonless night
Even the candle flame gutters slowly,
Slowly, into its rest Whenthe night is over.