In Habbanan beneath the skies 
Where all roads end however long 
There is a sound of faint echoes 
And distant echoes of a song, 
For there men gather into rings 
Round their red fires while one voice sings - 
And all about is night 
(And all about is night). 

Not night as ours, unhappy folk, 
Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars, 
mist about the springing of the stars, 
There trails a thin and wandering smoke 
Obscuring with its veil half-seen 
The great abysmal still Serene. 

globe of dark glass faceted with light 
Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; 
Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain 
That watches for the moon that long has lain 
And caught the meteors’ fiery rain - 
Such there is night. 

…and caught the meteors’ fiery rain 
If I am dead and gone, would you remain ….