In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars above shine ever bright,
Yeats’ whispers carry through the breeze,
A symphony of dreams to seize.

Hope, a beacon in the storm,
With gentle light, our hearts will warm,
In darkest hours, it softly sings,
The promise of tomorrow brings.

Through shadows deep and valleys wide,
We tread with courage by our side,
For in the whispers of the dawn,
A new horizon’s light is drawn.

So let us hold, with steadfast grace,
The hope that Yeats in words embrace,
And in each day, a brand-new start,
With hope eternal in our heart.