The country side is lulled in a shell
The words are looking at the sky
The heaven tonight is full of stars
They seem so dear, -they seem so nigh
Like a noisy baby is slumber’s hush
Rests the tumultuous pulse of earth
The silence is in the milky way
The silence is in creation’s girth
Soft some one will come tonight
Blow out our candles in the darkened face
Of the trackless sands and waters
I catch the tune of his pace
The empty road that rambles through the wood
Through fen, through hill
Is brooding of the dawning hour
Is lying still
‘Tis the season of his bloom
The self same hour
When our cracking bones
Will gain in power
When in our darkened socket
Will rain a light
He is coming- coming
Tonight- tonight.