“Now dews precipitate the night,
And setting stars to rest invite.”

“My songs were once of the sunrise:
They shouted it over the bar;
First-footing the dawns, they flourished,
And flamed with the morning star.

My songs are now of the sunset:
Their brows are touched with light,
But their feet are lost in the shadows
And wet with the dews of night.”

“The frost makes a flower,
the dew makes a star.”

“The superiority of the learned man over the devout is like that of the moon, on the night when it is full, over the rest of the stars.”

“The good stars met in your horoscope,
Made you of spirit and fire and dew.”

“The moon sets and the eastern sky lightens, the hem of night pulling away, taking stars with it one by one until only two are left.”

“The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now,
Fair saint and martyr! and yet once again
Faith, hope and charity, like gracious rain,
Fall on thy consecrated virgin brow.”

“Last night I by my casement leant,
And looked on the bright firmament;
And marked a group of stars, which met,
Almost as if on purpose set
Together for their loveliness,”

“Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?”

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”