“The Bright Blessed Day, the Dark Sacred Night”

“An empty day, though clear and bright,Is just as dark as any night.”

“When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,How would thy shadow's form form happy showTo the clear day with thy much clearer light,When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed madeBy looking on thee in the living day,When in dead night thy fair imperfect shadeThrough heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!All days are nights to see till I see thee,And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”

“That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...”

“The bright day is done and we are for the dark.”

“It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.”