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Nobody's Lookin' But De Owl An' De Moon
© James Weldon Johnson
Nobody's lookin' but de owl an' de moon,
An' de night is balmy; fu' de month is June;
Come den, Honey, won't you? Come to meet me soon,
W'ile nobody's lookin' but de owl an' de moon.
Nothin' To Say
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!
Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me--
Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother--where is she?
Not Now, When Skies Are Gold And Blue
© Edith Nesbit
And you have me and I have you,
When there are roses all the way,
And April days and nights of May,
And life is joy the whole day long--
Not now can passion flower in song.
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,
Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace
Looked on approving of her act when she
Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face,
New-Year's Eve, 1850
© James Russell Lowell
This is the midnight of the century,--hark!
Through aisle and arch of Godminster have gone
Noddin' By De Fire
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
SOME folks t'inks hit's right an' p'opah,
Soon ez bedtime come erroun',
Night Flight by George Bilgere : American Life in Poetry #244 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-20
© Ted Kooser
Love predated the invention of language, but love poetry got its start as soon as we had words through which to express our feelings. Here’s a lovely example of a contemporary poem of love and longing by George Bilgere, who lives in Ohio.
Night Flight
I am doing laps at night, alone
Never Again
© Hugh McCrae
SHE looked on me with sadder eyes than Death,
And, moving through the large, autumnal trees,
Neros Incendiary Song
© Victor Marie Hugo
Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,
The Caesar, master of the world, and eke of harmony,
Who plays the harp of many strings, a chief of minstrelsy.
Nothing Is Enough!
© Robert Laurence Binyon
No, though our all be spent-
Heart's extremest love,
Spirit's whole intent,
All that nerve can feel,
Night Winds.
© Adelaide Crapsey
THE old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?
Nostradamus's Prophecy
© Andrew Marvell
For faults and follies London's doom shall fix,
And she must sink in flames in "sixty-six";
Nightmare, With Angels
© Stephen Vincent Benet
An angel came to me and stood by my bedside,
Remarking in a professorial-historical-economic and irritated voice,
NIght And Morning
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE night was loud with tumult; trees were torn
Sheer from their roots by the delirious wind;
