The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;So through the valley and over the heightIn silence I'll take my way."
We watched her come with subtle fireAnd learned feet,Stumbling among the lustful drunkYet somehow sweet.We saw the crimson leave her cheeksFlame in her eyes;For when a woman lives in awful hasteA woman dies.The jests that lit our hours by nightAnd made them gay,Soiled a sweet and ignorant soulAnd fouled its play.Djuna Barnes
There is a land of pure delight,Where saints immortal reign;Infinite day excludes the night,And pleasures banish pain.Isaac Watts
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn.