Night Whisper

I shall whisper to the night,
Stars are gentle like the white
Wings of butterflies in flight.

Soft the evening fell and still;
Night came after up the hill,
Bringing stars to fly until

Sky is full; its gardens far
Glitter with their lights, which are
A thousand thousand, each a star.

Watch the thousand wings and say,
Gentle stars, please soar and stray
Till tomorrow turns today.