Shining from the dark,
A light so bright a dog dare not to bark.
She divides the night
And paves the way for the really bright light.
Her hues of twilight
That touch the dark sky in my sight,
And its pale face glows
Among the lonely land and the white snow
That blankets the ground.
Then I'm hearing a howl from a hound
From the faraway
Where her light glistens among the barn's hays.
