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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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?
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.
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.
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the
night cometh, when no read more
I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the
night cometh, when no man can work.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
'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?
There's no night without stars.
There's no night without stars.
A decision made at night may be changed in the morning.
A decision made at night may be changed in the morning.
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!
