"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."

"It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky. That is a youthful question too, dear reader, very youthful, but may the Lord put it more frequently into your heart!"

"There never was night that had no morn."

"The Shadows now so long do grow, That Brambles like tall Cedars show, Mole-hills seem Mountains, and the Ant Appears a monstrous Elephant."

"The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains—Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learn'd the language of another world."

"For the night Shows stars and women in a better light."

"Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!"

"Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear."

"I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmèd sight, What may not bless my waking eyes."

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness."

"The night is the hardest time to be alive...and 4 knows all my secrets."

"Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three ! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 than at any other time...?"

"The Night has a thousand eyes, The Day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun."

"When it draws near to witching time of night."

"I live among the creatures of the night I haven't got the will to try and fight Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it That tomorrow never comes. A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream I know the night is not as it would seem I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it That this night will never go."

"Two years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal."

"I am the Night, I am Batman."

"II était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve La pleine lune s'étalait, Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve, Sur Paris dormant ruisselait."

"II est doux, à travers les brumes, de voir naître L'étoile dans l'azur, la lampe à la fenêtre Les fleuves de charbon monter au firmament Et la lune verser son pâle enchantement. Je verrai les printemps, les étés, les automnes; Et quand viendra l'hiver aux neiges monotones, Je fermerai partout portières et volets Pour bâtir dans la nuit mes féeriques palais."

"Night's black Mantle covers all alike."

"I love night more than day—she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie."

"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."

"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."

"Came in wan night The shadow-goer stepping."

"The uniform darkness, fount of the gods, The place from which the birds come... Open to the Duat that is on her northern side With her rear in the east and her head in the west."

"Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket."

"The summer demands and takes away too much. But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes."

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

"The noiseless foot of Tune steals swiftly by And ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh."

"And the fresh air of incense-breathing morn Shall wooingly embrace it."

"The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses' walls Seemed changed to shadows, and St. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town."

"There in the windy flood of morning Longing lifted its weight from me, Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering, Swept as a sea-bird out to sea."

"And yonder fly his scattered golden arrows, And smite the hills with day."

"Now the frosty stars are gone: I have watched them one by one, Fading on the shores of Dawn. Round and full the glorious sun Walks with level step the spray, Through his vestibule of Day."

"Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail! Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend."

"But with the morning cool repentance came."

"But with the morning cool reflection came."

"Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn."

"At length the morn and cold indifference came."

"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea."

"Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn And spangles deck the thorn."

"Hadn't he been blowing kisses to Earth millions of years before I was born?"

"Morgen Stunde hat Gold im Munde."

"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"

"Flames in the forehead of the morning sky."

"Under the opening eyelids of the morn."

"Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn Upon the bashful rose."