Watchman

Watchman, what of the night?
Do those distant stars yet glow?
Could we see them from this mire?

Watchman, what of the night?
Can comfort be found between sheets of silk?
Leave me, to behold the great constellation.

Watchman, what of the night?
Have the birds flown on their simple wings?
The birds sighed and gave up everything?

Watchman, what of the night?
Does the horizon brighten?
Oh, this waning fixation!

Tell me, with me in this shame and you,
Walking still upright;

Does the Son burst forth in glorioues light?