I stand between the dawn and the dusk
as the moon stands midst dark and bright
sweet light borrowed from her consort Sun,
and as I wain, darker creatures ever emerge
In the sleep of those anxious and despairing
as if the lights of heaven are disappearing:
dark in that night are those lost sorry souls;
but as I turn face to reflect his light in full,
those cruel fears dissolve each in their turn
giving song to those bright and starry souls.