Larenopfer

At Night

43 At niGHt Already gapes night’s chalice wide, outstretching far over the town. The boastful butterflies now hide their glory in night’s chilly starry gown. That wily gnome, the Moon, grins high and scatters teasingly its rays as silver shavings white and bright upon the Moldau’s rolling waves. Then, suddenly, as if offended by a rival, it recalls its rays, its radiant primacy contested by the tower clock’s bright beaming face. EVEninG As evening approaches, gold adorns the clear brow of the town, while thousand shadow hands clutch cold and furtively the ruddie crown. The early stars try to seduce him, as serene he rests on Hradčany regarding Prague’s old towers dreamily, its gabled roofs now gray and dim. ...