The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.2
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a... -
Vous n’avez pas eu toute patience,
Cela se comprend par malheur, de reste ;
Vous êtes si jeune ! Et l’insouciance,
C’est le lot amer de l’âge céleste !Vous n’avez pas eu toute la douceur,
Cela par malheur d’ailleurs se comprend ;
Vous êtes si jeune, ô ma froide sœur,
Que votre cœur doit être indifférent !Aussi, me voici plein de pardons...
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I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.I heard the sounds of sorrow and...
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The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
O’ Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
—Put out the light, said he.A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has vanished in the unknown Shade.
—She ’s dead, she ’s dead, said he.Now, in a wild, sad after-mood
The... -
A Fair little girl sat under a tree
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, “Dear work, good night, good night!”Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Crying, “Caw, caw!” on their way to bed,
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
“Little black things, good night, good... -
The Gray sea, and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startling little waves, that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed in the slushy sand.Then a mile of warm, sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross, till a farm appears:
A tap at... -
Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear
Which make thee terrible and dear,—
Swift be thy flight!Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought;
Blind with thine hair the eyes of... -
From “Queen Mab”
HOW beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening’s ear
Were discord to the speaking quietude
That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven’s ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To... -
[Greek]
I Heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
From the celestial walls!I felt her presence, by its spell of might,
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
As of the one I love.I heard the sounds of...