Gone is the day
On which we play.
Out comes the night—
Dancing starlight.
Now we must sleep
In slumber deep.
Grant us, we pray,
Hope for new day.
Tomorrow’s the dream.
Soft is my bed.
Lost is my head.
Entering rest,
Enjoying the best,
Possible dream.
Those who delight
In the darkness of night
Gain for the day
Hollier play.
This is the dream.
Tale Told 