Nocturne
Charles Camille Saint-Saëns
O night, how I love your mystery,
When you spread upon us your shadow and your freshness!
In your arms all sorrows sleep,
It is a heavenly calm that descends upon the land.
A God, sheltered in your veils,
Subjects all of us to His egalitarian laws.
He lends to shepherds, as to kings,
The azure of your cloak all strewn with stars.
O night!