Ode (an excerpt), Fernando Pessoa, 1914.

(…)
Come, silent, ecstatic Night,
Come wrap my heart, white-mantled night…
Like some gentle breeze risen one evening,
Like some mother’s hand calmly soothing,
With the stars in your hands shining,
And the moon a mysterious mask on your face.
When you arrive
All sounds sound different.
When you come in all voices turn down,
Nobody sees you arrive.
No one can tell when you came in,
Except that suddenly – seeing everything start to
withdraw
And everything lose its color and edge
And in the sky overhead, still clearly blue,
A definite crescent or a white circle or new light now
rising –
The moon grows real.