The Night in Revolt

 

The sky is too starry today!

As if the night too wants a new ray,

Whitish shine of mother milky-way,

In her lap numerous stars play.

 

Stars visible to the horizon,

As if the night has arisen,

In revolt against the dark; with a vision,

While, the darkness browbeats for the treason.

 

Like martyrs the aerolites go,

As if to show:

Burn brightest, but not bow

Before the dark, which destiny casts over the show.

 

Their escapades over blackness' chest,

Aha the life lived best!

Too much fiery light, then salvation rest,

Break they out of binding circle; much to destiny’s detest.

 

The sky with its vault starry,

While, the dark seemst wary,

Its agitated darkness scared of the enemy hoary,

Oh! Feeblest shine of farthest star seemst so fiery!

 

Thus the night glows in revolt,

Depredations in every nook corner, to bolt

The dark behind the strongest door, and halt

Its march; shines every eye with a colt.