:: it's one of those nights ::

All the comfort, all the worship, all the wonder, 
  All the light of love that darkness holds in fee, 
All the song that silence keeps or keeps not under, 
  Night, the soul that knows gives thanks for all to thee. 
Far beyond the gates that morning strikes in sunder, 
  Hopes that grief makes holy, dreams that fear sets free, 
Far above the throne of thought, the lair of thunder, 
  Silent shines the word whose utterance fills the sea.

(from Epicede)