Giving In

The starlight rustles near my bed
I smell its rich perfume,
It brushes up against my skin
And ruffles through the room
Then slips out by the open shade
To dance, just out of reach;
It bids me come and join it there
Down by the inlet beach.
But I can’t go, I must not go
I weep and turn away,
I close my eyes, try to recall
The sunlight and the day.
I long to dance out in the night
And answer to its song,
But I was born into the sun
With all its dazzling throng.
The starlight and the Faerie dust,
The silent, mist draped ground,
The trees that hum a dryad’s song
And gild the night with sound
Are all a part of ancient dreams
And not the life I know
So why am I drawn to the night,
Why do I long to go?