In Three Days
I
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,—
Only a touch and we combine!
II
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
III
0 loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold—
The dark inspired, the light controlled!
As early Art embrowns the gold.
IV
What great fear, should one say, "Three days
That change the world, might change as well
Your fortune; and if joy delays,
Be happy that no worse befell!"
What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
May throw no shadow on your ways;
But years must teem with change untried,
With chance not easily defied,
With an end somewhere undescried."
No fear!—or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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The Summer Nights Are Short
The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
For hours and hours lark after lark
Trills out his song.
The summer days are short
Where southern nights are long:
Yet short the night when nightingales
Trill out their song.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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22,000 Days
Even tho I know its only
Me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please
Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show and this time
Feel the flow and get it right
Now the time when I first saw you is over and gone
Then I knew my life with you would go on
Knowing you so much longer
Ive change in mind change for you
You have changed to mine
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show and this time
Feel the flow and get it right
Everybody knows, it always shows
Wasting times an aggravation
Got no time for confrontation
You want to take a lot
By love by law or stealth
Times the only real wealth you have got
Even tho I know its only me and my dreams
That drive me so let me go please
Let me go onto tomorrow
One day at a time
Now I know the only foe is time
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show 22,000 days
22,000 days, 22,000 days its not alot,
Its all you got 22,000 days
22,000 nights, 22,000 nights, its all you know
So start the show 22,000 ways
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Pêcheresse
Down the long quay the slow boats glide,
While here and there a house looms white
Against the gloom of the waterside,
And some high window throws a light
As they sail out into the night.
At dawn they will bring in again
To women knitting on the quay
Who wait for him, their man of men;
I stand with them, and watch the sea
Which may have taken mine from me.
Just so the long days come and go.
The nights, ma Doué! the nights are cold!
Our Lady's heart is as frozen snow,
Since this one sin I have not told;
And I shall die or perhaps grow old
Before he comes. The foreign ships
Bring many a one of face and name
As strange as his, to buy your lips,
A gold piece for a scarlet shame
Like mine. But mine was not the same.
One night was ours, one short grey day
Of sudden sin, unshrived, untold.
He found me, and I lost the way
To Paradise for him. I sold
My soul for love and not for gold
He bought my soul, but even so,
My face is all that he has seen,
His is the only face I know,
And in the dark church, like a screen.
It shuts God out; it comes between;
While in some narrow foreign street
Or loitering on the crowded quay,
Who knows what others he may meet
To turn his eyes away from me?
Many are fair to such as he!
There is but one for such as I
To love, to hate, to hunger for;
I shall, perhaps, grow old and die,
With one short day to spend and store,
One night, in all my life, no more.
Just so the long days come and go,
Yet this one sin I will not tell
Though Mary's heart is as frozen snow
And all nights are cold for one warmed too well.
But, oh! ma Doué! the nights of Hell!
poem by Charlotte Mary Mew
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New Year's Morning
Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year's heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought."
The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
"The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead."
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: "I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year's generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all y failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife."
Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.
Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old coem true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Postnatal Depression
I fear my little child.
I fear that she will not feed and grow strong and healthy,
I fear that she will stop breathing when I am out of the room or selfishly asleep,
I fear that she will become ill because of something I have done or did not do,
I fear that she will be in pain and I will not know why.
I fear that her father will reject her,
I fear that her father will reject me,
I fear that her father will compete for her love and that she will love him more,
I fear that her father will be distant and that she will not love him enough.
I fear that others will think that I am incompetent,
I fear that others will assume that I am capable,
I fear that others will force upon me unhelpful or unwanted advice,
I fear that others will believe I can cope.
I fear the loneliness of endless days without contact,
I fear the emptiness of endless nights without love,
I fear the weakness of endless days without proper meals,
I fear the weariness of endless nights without sleep.
I fear inexperience.
I fear uncertainty.
I fear guilt.
I fear despair.
I fear my little child.
poem by Teedy Dawn
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The Guardians Of The Sky
To what is this orb that toward earth shines,
Illuminating the many dark corners of the night,
Piercing through the dark and lonely wilderness,
To show the innocent the way home.
There’s nothing in the dark the orb can’t spy,
No mission or secret a man can hide,
Try as you might,
Futile your attempt would be.
But does the orb hide secrets of its own,
Things stationary, concealed behind it’s glowing face,
Mysteries that yet hold the key to a new life,
A life of living in the dark and realm of shadow.
But fear not the dark at night,
The dark may be overpowering but its might is short lived,
With the downfall of night a new power arrives,
The power of light and warmth.
The orb of day has power beyond measure,
Power to rid the world of darkness and fear,
When the orb of day cometh the orb of night retreat,
The unrelenting assault taking its toll.
Yet the next night and every night approaching,
We will see the orb of night glowing in the sky,
This if nothing else proves to us that,
Darkness is a part of the day, just as much as light.
poem by Thomas Vaudin
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Cruel Nights
Every night without you is more than I can bear
Moonlight can be torture
When your love isn't there
I see you in the shadows
I can hear you in the wind
Think of you and I can feel my world closing in
I can't sleep I keep wishing I could touch you
I'd be fine if I could make it through
Through these
Cruel nights
Cruel nights
Missing you nights
What do I do nights
Cruel nights without your love
Counting every minute
Every minute feels like days
Feels like time is standing still since you've been away
Always thought you'd stay forever
Always thought that you'd be here
Now it's been a lifetime since I held you near
Days crawl by
song performed by by Heart from Brigade
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Days in Red
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
And moon of glowing dark
Sky deep and high
Days days days in red
Flowing on hours in night
Where love lost its flight
Once those were alright
Now they no more spark
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
Flowing memories at sight
No feeling seems now right
But love's still inside
Come come babe now close abide
Days days days in red
In days days days ahead
The sun is in autumn light
Is there a horizon of ignite
Where hours go on by
Days days days in red
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Without You
It has been
six days
since I have seen her.
In all that time
she left me
totally totally alone.
Not a word
not a call
not a touch
not a sight of her.
How does she go
and leave me so
easily like this?
How is it that she
does not need to see
me by tormented day?
How is it that she
does not need to sleep
beside me during
long lonely nights?
Her naked body
under the sheets
cannot hold me
at a distance.
Her skin
cannot feel
the healing massage
of my caring hand.
Nor can
an empty bed
hold reassuring comfort
of her touch.
Nights
I lay awake
at nights
without you.
Nights
are lonely
and long
without you.
Life
is an empty night
alone wasted
without you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fear within my pain
what is fear?
how can you tell if you're afraid...
till the other night i thought that i feard nothing
but i do fear
within my pain
i am afraid of something that is not clear to me,
why do i fear something thats unknown to me
fear what is fear...
when i used to fear something i faced it
but i do not know what i fear i just feel afraid
i havent had a good nightssleep in days
even weeks
but why
i can not help but think
why fear, fear does not show weakness
but yet im weak
i can not face more days with this pain,
let along with this fear
One Of Those Nights
have you ever had
one of those days
when you wake up feelin' good
so good that you could tae the whole world on
one of those days
when you just know
no matter what
nothin' in the world could go wrong
well thats the way i feel this mornin'
but, baby i just gotta say
i always have one of those days
chorus:
after one of those nights
just like last night
oh my, what a beautiful thing
just you and me
those tangled sheets
were wrapped around us
baby, thanks to your love
it was one of those nights that leads
tright to one of those days that leads
right to one of those nights
have you ever had
one of those smiles
you just cant wipe away
the sweet anticipations too strong
one of those smiles you wear all day
;cause you can taste the kis of passion waitin' back home
well thats the one im wearing right now
but baby you always leave
one of those smiles on me
(repeat chorus)
when everythings perfect
when you want me
you touch me
you move me
(repeat chorus)
Right...
one of those nights that leads
to one of those days that leads
right to one of those nights
one of those nights
when everythings perfect
one of those nights
oh, one of those nights
i need another one of thoe nights baby
another one of those nights
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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One Of Those Nights
have you ever had
one of those days
when you wake up feelin' good
so good that you could tae the whole world on
one of those days
when you just know
no matter what
nothin' in the world could go wrong
well thats the way i feel this mornin'
but, baby i just gotta say
i always have one of those days
chorus:
after one of those nights
just like last night
oh my, what a beautiful thing
just you and me
those tangled sheets
were wrapped around us
baby, thanks to your love
it was one of those nights that leads
tright to one of those days that leads
right to one of those nights
have you ever had
one of those smiles
you just cant wipe away
the sweet anticipations too strong
one of those smiles you wear all day
;cause you can taste the kis of passion waitin' back home
well thats the one im wearing right now
but baby you always leave
one of those smiles on me
(repeat chorus)
when everythings perfect
when you want me
you touch me
you move me
(repeat chorus)
Right...
one of those nights that leads
to one of those days that leads
right to one of those nights
one of those nights
when everythings perfect
one of those nights
oh, one of those nights
i need another one of thoe nights baby
another one of those nights
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Lost Way
Sleeplessness swallows slumber,
to disencumber the mummer’s
fear of fear, fear of end of indian summer,
follows the night that swallows the night which swallowed nights without number.
Night melts into day
as the hours devour
life’s fragile flower
whose minute petals
peal peel away
as each second settles
one by one as one. Our stay -
be it floral bower,
or doomed to cower sour
behind bars metal, -
proves brief holiday
showing our mettle
pointless as the play
is doomed to nettle
disappoints, unsettles,
impotence empowers
as storm-clouds lower,
ends in both overstay, lost way.
Sleeplessness dismembers the mummer
who, hollow, in fear of fear, of doom’s drummer,
lumbers number and dumber tombwards,
on towards the night which swallows nights without number
it won't ward off.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Move On
Ive been in and out of favour with lady luck
I gotta tell you
Ive seen things I never wanted to see
Ive got to get back on my feet
I feel like Ive been sleeping
Sweet, sweet time
Has been a real good friend of mine
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winters been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
Youve just got to
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
You put your fears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
And I move on
Ive been in and out of favour with love
Because I gotta tell you
Ive been things I never wanted to be
And then some angel called me up
He told me I was sleeping
Said dont waste time
cos even angels say goodbye
Waiting for that change of season
Oh the winters been so long
Searching for that rhyme or reason
Youve just got to
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
You put your tears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
Endlessly
And oh, there goes another season
Getting hard to find a decent song to play
But oh, I guess I got my reasons
Everybody thinks Im doing a.o.k.
They ought to know by now
Move on
Hold it together, move on
Lifes so short, move on
Only time will set you free
Just like me
And life you wont wait for me
You put your tears behind you
Better get yourself where you wanna be
I think of all the days and nights I spent crying
Until my angel set me free
Im gonna be lucky in love someday
(george micheal)
song performed by by George Michael
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Fear In The Middle Of The Night
FEAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Fear in the middle of the night-
Fear and horrible imaginings-
Fear of my life,
Fear for those I love and our world,
Fear in the early morning
Fear and more fear-
Fear broken a bit by the light,
Fear broken a bit by morning prayer,
Fear broken a bit by ‘learning’,
Fear broken a bit by writing,
Fear broken a bit by morning coffee,
Fear less-
Fear in the neck and in the mind-
Fear down the spine-
Fear less in the light,
Fear of the night
Fear of the morning,
Fear of my life,
Fear for those I love and our world,
Fear.
Fear and fear less-
In the writing
In the prayer before prayer-
In the walking outside up to Shul
In the morning light
Fear gone for now,
Fear.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What is fear?
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to please
Fear is always me...
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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Fear is...
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to plea
Fear is always me...
poem by Nolan Holland
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It's the nights
It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest
In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost
I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost
I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right
Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night
I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right
Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest
Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest
poem by David Whalen
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A night is beautiful
Nights are dark but beautiful
Make the life purposeful
It absorbs all our misdeeds
We still miss and miserably need
Some one says even Ghosts don’t like
Even vultures take rest in night and dislike
It is meant to be good and cycle of the nature
It is for the good for our future
Dark represent s black
We have so many things at stake
We prefer it to be done in night
God only know what is wrong or right?
Nights are not to be dreaded
Some facts are to be conceded
It is designed to bring back light
The dark period should not be kept in sight
It is inseparable part
From somewhere you will have to start
It is real and can’t be changed
Almighty has beautify arranged
Even days are considered some times bad or black
We resort to deadly attacks and put everything at stake
The days are full of all horrified activities
It is loosing its charm and all utilities
Think of no nights at all
Or consider it would have remained very small
There might have been so many upheavals
Where we would have gone for it to conceal
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hand in hand
Yes it is you and me
Under the shade of tree
We are bound to be free
To walk together and not to flee
Hand in hand
Still very close friend
We may live together
There is nothing to bother
There is no fear
Fine days to approach near
Storm may wither
We may walk always together
Nothing can change
It is only to manage
Time may soon tell
If everything goes well
It is simple vow
We don’t know how?
We may stick to promise
Only to enjoy and not to surprise
Happy days and pleasant nights
Days to pass on without any fights
Enjoy it to full with all dedication
Pass it to all as good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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