The breeze is cool and the shadows have set—
The day’s breath has been assigned billet
To compensate for the sun’s beset
Of thunderous clouds and darkened light,
Of Zeus’s long roars and Hermes’ plight—
The sad lament of Hades’ love
So tormented from those cries above.
So goodnight, goodnight,
Thou old Grecian days.
Goodnight, goodnight…
Those eld-time ways.
