Night

Ernest Amédée Chausson

We bless the sweet Night,

Whose fresh kiss frees us.

Under its veils we live

Without unrest or noise.

Devouring care flees,

The fragrance of the air intoxicates us;

We bless the sweet night

Whose fresh kiss frees us.

Pale dreamer pursued by a god,

Rest and close your book.

In the frost-white heavens

A stream of stars shivers and gleams,

We bless the sweet night.