Night and Moon

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

 

The ghosts of the villages trail in the sky Making a new twilight.

 

John Thomas says good-night to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.

 

If your life at night is good, you think you have / Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, / You will consider your best and truest interests /

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn. J.R.R.

 

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;

 

Come into the garden, Maud,

 

Sunset and evening star,

 

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

 

Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day

 

O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

 

And here face downward in the sun To feel how swift how secretly The shadow of the night comes on.

 

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark.

 

All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.

 

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone.

 

Set forth three children under the moon, three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this with her legs spread out in the terrible months in the chapel.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

I stroke the beam of my lamp

[ Hammer, played by Groucho Marx, speaking :] I’ll meet you tonight under the moon. Oh, I can see you now, you and the moon. You wear a necktie so I’ll know you.

It is the evening that questions thus from within me.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

to reporters the day after his accession to the Presidency on the death of Franklin D. Roosevelt:

To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.