The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with read more

The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night l

When it draws near to witching time of night.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time read more

But we that have but span-long life,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add night to the day,
Thus, thus we'll fill the measure.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

Night is a stealthy, evil Raven,
Wrapt to the eyes in his black wings.

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

For there is no day however beautiful that is not followed by
night.
[Fr., Car il n'est si read more

For there is no day however beautiful that is not followed by
night.
[Fr., Car il n'est si beau jour qui n'amene sa nuit.]

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.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
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The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
There all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.