Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Night

Into the darkness and the hush of night
  Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
  And with it fade the phantoms of the day,
  The ghosts of men and things, that haunt the light,
The crowd, the clamor, the pursuit, the flight,
  The unprofitable splendor and display,
  The agitations, and the cares that prey
  Upon our hearts, all vanish out of sight.
The better life begins; the world no more
  Molests us; all its records we erase
  From the dull commonplace book of our lives,
That like a palimpsest is written o'er
  With trivial incidents of time and place,
  And lo! the ideal, hidden beneath, revives.

1. Autumnal Nightfall
2. Birds of Passage
3. A Ballad of the French Fleet
4. Bishop Sigurd at Salten-Fiord
5. In the Churchyard at Cambridge

Arthur Symons Night ("The night's held breath")

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