The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of read more

The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?

O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.

O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.

There's no night without stars.

There's no night without stars.

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an read more

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening read more

Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours,--
Whisperings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold read more

And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more

'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?