Winter Night on Campus

The park is filled with night and fog,
The veils are drawn about the world,
The drowsy lights along the paths
Are dim and pearled.

Gold and gleaming are the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake.
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.

From Spring Night, by Sara Teasdale (I left out the depressing verses, since they aren't fitting for my life right now, but you can read the whole poem here.)