I herd the trailing garments of the night   sweep through her marble halls;   I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light   from the celestial walls      I felt her presence by its spell of might,   stopp o'er me from above, from above   the calm the majestic presence of the night   as of the one I love      I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,   the manifold soft chimes   that fill the haunted chambers of the night   like some old poet's rhymes      I felt her presence by its spell of might    stoop o'er me from above   tha calm, the majestic presence of the night   as of the one I love   I felt her presence by its spell of might   I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight      The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair   the best beloved night   peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer   descend with broad-winged flight      I felt her presence by its spell of night   I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight