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• The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Day is done...
• I shall fold my tens and silently slip away. -- An Algonquinite with a losing card hand
• A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Day is done...
• Age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, Invisible by day.
  .. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow...
• When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i...
• For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress.
  And as the evening twilight fades away, The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day....
• Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Rainy Day...
• The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. -- Old Testament -- Psalm cxxi, 6
• Look, then, into thine heart, and write! -- Henry W.
  Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Voices of the Night, Prelude...