Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Night thoughts. Night i. Line 1.

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,

In rayless majesty, now stretches forth

Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

Night thoughts. Night i. Line 18.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse

Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—

An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23.