Night.  The day has gone. Departed.  And the dark embrace, the inky shadows of night descend. For many a time to unwind and slumber. For some a nagging doubt that all is not well.  That some primeval and primordial happening may yet go bump in the night.

But for our poets the night is a time of wonder and imagination as well as many other emotions and feelings.  Among our ranks of gloried talents are Keats, Coleridge, William Morris, DH Lawrence, Whitman, Longfellow and many more besides.  Their descriptions capture what they see and feel as perhaps only a poet can.