Mono Monday: Night Light

"To the Evening Star"

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
In timely sleep.  Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver.  Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares through the dun forest.
The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.

Written in 1783 by William Blake (1757 - 1827)