Thursday, December 1, 2011

Charade No. 13

When Nox (night) brings on her midnight hour,
And stillness holds her magic power,
All mortals to my first repair,
And bid adieu to toil and care:
My next's for various ends design'd,
Yet oft my first you there will find.
Within my whole you see repose,
Forgetting life and all its woes.