And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep…

“And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep,
and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake
like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped
again in God, and new-created.”

D. H. Lawrence











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#Goodnight! . . . The hues of evening died

From hill and cloud and heaven
The hues of evening died
Night welled through lane and hollow
And hushed the countryside

By A.E. Houseman












Artist Mellissa Vincent
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Goodnight . . . go to sleep in peace.

“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones;
and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task,
go to sleep in peace. God is awake.” 

― Victor Hugo, Letters Vol.2 (1898 posth.)











Photo: Wahkeena Falls, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon – Adrian Blair image
Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://www.facebook.com/tom.woolley.12

Good-By, Sweet Day!

GOOD-BY, sweet day, good-by!
I have so loved thee, but I cannot hold thee.
Departing like a dream, the shadows fold thee;
Slowly thy perfect beauty fades away:
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Dear were thy golden hours of tranquil splendor,
Sadly thou yieldest to the evening tender
Who wert so fair from thy first morning ray;
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Thy glow and charm, thy smiles and tones and glances,
Vanish at last, and solemn night advances;
Ah, couldst thou yet a little longer stay!
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
All thy rich gifts my grateful heart remembers,
The while I watch thy sunset’s smouldering embers
Die in the west beneath the twilight gray.
Good-by, sweet day!

By Celia Thaxter










Artist Vian
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Day’s End

The twilight comes to cool the. air,
The shadows lengthen on the sod,
Soft breezes blow the garden through,
The leaves and blossoms sway and nod.

On garden path, in sheltering hedge,
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir; to sing and upward fly.
And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.
Now all is peace. From meadows near
A cooling mist blows o’er the wall
And strangely lonesome in the night
There comes the thrush’s silvery call.

-EDWIN W. PROCTOR










Artist Dick Twinney
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Goodnight . . . . Day is dying in the west,

Day is dying in the west,
Heav’n is touching earth with rest,
Wait and worship while the night
Sets her evening lamps alight
Through all the sky.

Holy, holy, holy,
Lord God of Hosts!
Heav’n and earth are full of Thee!
Heav’n and earth are praising Thee,
O Lord, most high!

Lord of life, beneath the dome
Of the universe, Thy home,
Gather us, who seek Thy face,
To the fold of Thy embrace,
For Thou art nigh.

While the deepening shadows fall,
Heart of love, enfolding all,
Through the glory and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts ascend.

– Mary A. Lathbury (1877-1879)

–Anthony Evans Photography ( Cosmeston Lakes Country Park, Vale of Glamorgan, Wales )

Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://www.facebook.com/tom.woolley.12

Good Night!

WHEN the bright lamp is carried in,
The sunless hours again begin; 
O’er all without, in field and lane, 
The haunted night returns again. 

Now we behold the embers flee
About the firelit hearth; and see 
Our pictures painted as we pass, 
Like pictures, on the window-glass. 

Must we to bed indeed? 
Well, then,
Let us arise and go like men, 
And face with an undaunted tread
The long black passage up to bed. 

Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! 
O pleasant party round the fire! 
The songs you sing, the tales you tell,
Till far to-morrow, fare ye well!

From “A Child’s Garden of Verses” by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Artist WENDY MOULD

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Lie you easy, dream you light,

Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.” 

― A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad










Art Julia Jeffrey
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O, Sweet Sleep!

O, Sweet Sleep!
Unclutter my mind
Infected,
Infested with incoherent things,
Uncloud my heart
Drizzled,
Engulfed in deep slackness
Of irrelevant feelings..!
O, Sweet Sleep!
Get me into your embrace, 
Sneak into me gently 
In no time
With peace of mind, 
Some refreshing rest in heart,
I wish to arise wise
With a beautiful morning…!


~ Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar











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It is time to float on the waters of the night.

“It is time to float on the waters of the night. 
Time to wrap my arms around this book 
and press it to my chest, life preserver 
in a sea of unremarkable men and women, 
anonymous faces on the street, 
a hundred thousand unalphabetized things, 
a million forgotten hours.”

― Billy Collins, Picnic.










Art Jacek Yerka.
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