I live through each day,
Filled with faith and desire;
And die when the Night comes
In heaven−born fire.
I turn aside to the holy, the inexpressible, the mysterious Night.
To the Light is its period allotted; but beyond time and space is the empire of the Night.
In Death, eternal Life hath been revealed:
And thou art Death, by thee we first are healed.
Soft is the end as the lyre’s mournful trembling.
Remembrance fades i’ the gloom a shadow throws:
So sang the song, a dreadful doom dissembling.
Yet undefined remained eternal Night,
The stern reminder of some distant might.
– quotes from “Hymns to the night” by Novalis