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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He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
A decision made at night may be changed in the morning.
A decision made at night may be changed in the morning.
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
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with read more
Night comes, world-jewelled, . . .
The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage
War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon,
Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth
After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.
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.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
For the night
Shows stars and women in a better light.
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?
Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
Night's black Mantle covers all alike.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
