O night, O sweetest time, though black of hue,
with peace you force all the restless work to end;
those who exalt you see and understand,
and he is sound of mind who honours you.
You cut the thread of tired thoughts, for so
you offer calm in your moist shade; you send
to this low sphere the dreams where we ascend
up to the highest, where I long to go.
Shadow of death that brings to quiet close
all miseries that plague the heart and soul,
for those in pain the last and best of cures;
you heal the flesh of its infirmities,
dry and our tears and shut away our toil,
and free the good from wrath and fretting cares.

Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.

Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

At night when all sounds are still,

The night is my best friend. It calms the storm in my soul and it lets the guiding stars rise.

My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration.

Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.

Night is an ally of sorrowful people.

It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars, Peace brooded o’er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.

Die Nacht ist meine beste Freundin. Sie glättet den Sturm in der Seele und lässt die weisenden Sterne aufgehen.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea.