• Without a wish, without a will, I stood upon that silent hill, And stared into the sky until, My eyes were blind with stars and still, I stared into the sky. Ralph Hodgson

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• Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone ; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. Alfred Lord Tennyson

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• Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone. Peter S. Beagle

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• Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Pablo Neruda

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• She walks in beauty, like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light. Lord Byron