Unto this night
At length do I speak
I define it beauteous
Whilst others proclaim it bleak

No sooner would I invoke this malcontent
Than reproach what would transpire
But this night overwhelms me
And evil is whatever men may conspire

Victim of my pendulous nature
I know never can I refrain
From this nocturnal envy
To feel the beauty that in it remains

To live my life accordingly
However fate contends!
As destiny runs its course
A beginning unto its end

If I had half the beauty of the night
No more than would allow
I would cherish this placid amenity
And never, it, would I unhallow


 

On.