thursday Night's Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the hearts but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
by Francis William Bourdillon

past makes me happy. not all general past, but thursday past
now i've got a teary cold. sok. im still singin and tappin and i kick ass at anna banana
.... '!!!!'

ah, Moonlight

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sound of music
Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

Sit, Jessica: look, how the floor of heaven:
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubinms.

~Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice"