送偶像一首詩 -- Vincenzo 印象

Night comes on slowly,

creeping, spectral hues

with the moonlight's

blossoming brilliance,

after the last daylight flickers

from view.

 

"Tu-whit tu-whoo, tu-whit tu-whoo!"

cries out the ever vigilant dove,

once night comes on slowly,

creeping, spectral hues.

 

Sharp golden flashes

somewhere in the blue,

swimming to the dove song, an

evening dance

after the last daylight flickers from view.

 

A mouse scurries from the fox's pursuit,

but naught can escape his observance as

night comes on slowly,

creeping, spectral hues.

 

From her veiled burrow, the

rabbit slips through.

She moves swiftly, a blur in the silence

after the last daylight flickers

from view

 

Yet the moon brightens still,

lighting the gloom:

dusk ends, and as if in her remembrance,

night comes on slowly,

creeping, spectral hues

after the last daylight flickers

from view.