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.
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Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more
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'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?
The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of read more
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what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything read more
Make sure you never, never argue at night. You just lose a good night's sleep, and you can't settle anything until morning anyway.
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.
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright read more
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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