Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest.
Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled.
The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead
Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other.
Dark Night of the Soul, John of the Cross (1542-1591) Variant adapted for music by Loreena McKennitt (1994)
Thoughts & Images from the Heart 
Thank you, Rebecca. I love the poetry of John of the Cross. It’s especially beautiful in Spanish.