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.

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.

Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening read more

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.

'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?

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--Beautiful!
I linger yet with read more

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.

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others read more

Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep

Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!

Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

I love night more than day--she is so lovely;
But I love night the most because she brings
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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.