Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes.
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Night with her sullen wing to double-shade
The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd,
And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam.
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. i., Line 409.
Ancestral mystery of mysteries.
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv.
Night, night it is, night upon the palms.
Night, night it is, the land wind has blown.
Starry, starry night, over deep and height;
Love, love in the valley, love all alone.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._
Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._