Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry skies:
And the clouds that chime above
In night time do the otters cry
And wolf-men shout beside the dove:
Angels sing in pockets queer,
Fairies dance along the spark,
Boughs of faces soon appear
As branches watch throughout the start:
Owls sing as crickets please,
The moon lifts her vision for the sky,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry spheres:
For every moment of the night.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry skies:
And the clouds that chime above
In night time do the otters cry
And wolf-men shout beside the dove:
Angels sing in pockets queer,
Fairies dance along the spark,
Boughs of faces soon appear
As branches watch throughout the start:
Owls sing as crickets please,
The moon lifts her vision for the sky,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry spheres:
For every moment of the night.