document.write("I heard the trailing garments of the Night<br />     Sweep through her marble halls!<br />I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light<br />     From the celestial walls!<br /><br />I felt her presence, by its spell of might,<br />     Stoop o\\\'er me from above;<br />The calm, majestic presence of the Night,<br />     As of the one I love.<br /><br />I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,<br />     The manifold, soft chimes,<br />That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,<br />     Like some old poet\\\'s rhymes.<br /><br />From the cool cisterns of the midnight air<br />     My spirit drank repose;<br />The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,--<br />     From those deep cisterns flows.<br /><br />O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear<br />     What man has borne before!<br />Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care<br />     And they complain no more.<br /><br />Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!<br />     Descend with broad-winged flight,<br />The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,<br />     The best-beloved Night!");