“Belle-de-Nuit" At long last! The Sun’s a-bed! And the Evening Star begins the appointed rounds. Soon a company of stars, like crystal sentries, Will take their positions in the Black-Velvet Sky— And await the Queen of the Night to ascend. Riding high in the Harvest Sky, The Mother Moon—Lady of the Night— Casts her bewitching beams like a Spell Over the slumbering garden, Transforming purple shadows into Amethyst Dreams. Born of the Earth, we spiral to the Heavens, Winding enchantments of…