Give Voice

Stars slept late with the spent lights, 

Scenery slept early revealing jolliness, 

Winds walked, to far heights playing violins, 

Of his splendor and the vastness, 

Clouds napped into the ditches of hills, 

Take care! Cool groves still and mute rill, 

Every candle burns out slowly and silently, 

And the sweet night departs away sincerely, 

Where are you? Give voice, dearest joy.

When the solitude, my spirit annoys.