Oh, hasten out! Leave in thy rear that room
Where music reigns discordant; dancers gay
Flit o’er the polished surface night and day;
To-morrow gone, and yester in the womb!
I leave the maelstrom, and the cool night breeze
Fans my hot brow; I pace in sheer delight
The winding pathways in the milky light
Of full round moon so coy between the trees.
Here stillness reigns supreme. Here shadows lurk
In sheltered and small arbours. Night sublime!
Oh, to have rest like this when Tyrant Work
Has from your frame sapped all its energies
And left you worn and weary. Even Time
Is known no more on summer nights like these!