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Night, Dim Night

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains,
(Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder)
The trees are sad, and the wind complains,
Outside the rolling of the thunder,
And the beat against the panes.

Nature in Perfection

© Richard Savage

No Glympse of Joy your Pleasures then convey'd,
Nor Midnight Ball, nor Morning Masquerade.
In vain to crouded Drawing Rooms you run:
The Court a Desart seems without your Son.

Night

© William Wilfred Campbell

Home of the pure in heart and tranquil mind,

Temple of love's white silence, holy Night;

"No, not the moon..."

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

No, not the moon, but simple dial-plate
Is lightning me, and tis my nasty fate,
That lights of stars I feel as light internal!

Negro Spirituals

© Anonymous

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Blow it right calm and easy,
Do not alarm my people,
Tell dem to come to judgment,
In dat great gittin-up Mornin, etc.

Notes To A Neophyte

© Sylvia Plath

Take the general mumble,
blunt as the faceless gut
of an anonymous clam,
vernacular as the strut
of a slug or a small preamble
by snail under hump of home:

November

© Sara Teasdale

The world is tired, the year is old,
The little leaves are glad to die,
The wind goes shivering with cold
Among the rushes dry.

New Hampshire

© John Greenleaf Whittier

GOD bless New Hampshire! from her granite peaks
Once more the voice of Stark and Langdon speaks.
The long-bound vassal of the exulting South
For very shame her self-forged chain has broken;

Nox 1

© Victor Marie Hugo

At the bottom of your thoughts, this is the night you've chosen,

Prince, you must now make an end of things - the night is frozen

Not Stopping To Mark The Trail

© Saigyo

Not stopping to mark the trail,
let me push even deeper
into the mountain!
Perhaps there's a place
where bad news can never reach me!

Nonsuited.

© James Brunton Stephens

"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" so ran her letter;

The letter of a married female friend:

New-Year's Eve

© Eugene Field

But the spectre stood in that yonder gloom,
And these were the words it spake,
"Tick-tock, tick-tock"--and they seemed to mock
A heart about to break.

Come to your heaven, you heavenly choirs,
Earth hath the heaven of your desires;
Remove your dwelling to your God,
A stall is now his best abode;
Sith men their homage do deny,
Come, Angels, all their fault supply.

Night-Blooming Jasmine

And the night-blooming flowers open,
open in the same hour I remember those I love.
In the middle of the viburnums
the twilight butterflies have appeared.