A Great Cause Of The Night Is

Doubt Is A Thief That Often Makes Us Fear To Tread Where We Might Have Won.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.