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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Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
At night, to his own dark fancies a prey,
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 late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's read more
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.
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.
A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep read more
A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep at night and do it again the next day.
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.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the read more
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest 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.
