O night, so still and calm and blue,
Why am I not a part of you?

O stars, serene in silent space,
Would I were clasped in your embrace.

O dark, so deep and mild and fair,
Enfold me in your ebon hair.

O night, so still and calm and blue,
Your peace alone is pure and true.

Rest upon earth I cannot find,
Tossed ever by the inconstant wind;

Nor is there shelter for my soul
That walks from misty shoal to shoal.

O night, so still and calm and blue,
I would I were a part of you!