Drink Lovely The Night Poem by Thomas Hooker

And so it ends, before it begins,
evening falls on a summers' day,
crooked stones leading down to beach
a mirthful cup of wine.

Drink lovely the night
bathing fire in icy waters,
hanging on a star, floating in the lake,
covered by ribbons of golden light.

Waiting for the sun to rise,
the night's air pierces the blush,
leaving behind early morning pearls,
save for Venus disappearing with the light.