When Night Falls Upon the Earth

She is lovely

But not an enigma

Her ways are not mysterious

She is divinity

Never missing her duty

She is fearless

Her movements are willowy

Her duty to earth

Unspoken but deep

She looks upon the globe below

And when the moment

Is appointed

Her veil falls

And day's light ends

A gray for time

Traps the last light

A gloaming exists

Between day and night

And soon

Her black veil

Has covered the world

She mourns her lover

When the morning begins

But he will return

When the appointed time 

Happens again

And he waits

For her embrace

And in her heart

She burns

To embrace him

Again and again

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."

e. e.  cummings

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."

Edgar Allan Poe

She Walks in Beauty

By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
 

She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
   Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
   Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
   How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
   So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
   But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
   A heart whose love is innocent!