Set the Night Singing #2.7
Darkness cannot hold the hill
that prismic light, in boldness, takes.
Blind night cannot snuff the joy
the twilight’s dancing hearth fire wakes.
He lifts his flagon to night's deep.
He speaks his stories! Red sparks fly!
Stars wheel on his golden head
as hours, for his joy, glide by.
A castled king, come dawn he roars -
in one fell flash - the dark is done.
An everlasting cheer he strikes -
the merry fire dances on.