The night wind
tells me secrets Of lotus lilies blue; And hour by hour the willows Shake down the chiming dew.
'Twas once & only once & the wild hour From my rememberance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - 'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night & left behind Its image on my spirit, or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - howe'er it was That dream was as that night wind
- let it pass.
Staley Fleming did not, or he would perhaps not have sprung to his feet as the night wind
brought in through the open window the long wailing howl of a distant dog.
We went out of the old orchard where the autumn night wind
was beginning to make its weird music in the russet boughs, and shut the little gate behind us.
The moonlight flickering along their spears, played upon their features and made them ghastly; the chilly night wind
tossed their tall and hearse-like plumes.
They sat together on low chairs upon the moonlit lawn, in their ears the murmur of the sea; upon their faces, gathering strength with the darkness, the night wind
, salt and fragrant with all the sweetness of dying flowers.
The night wind
had been rattling the pictures against the wall, and the noise had disturbed him.
The young girls retired early to their white snow-drifts: Jessie not without some hilarious struggles with hers, in which she was, however, quickly surprised by the deep and refreshing sleep of youth; Christie to lie awake and listen to the night wind
, that had changed from the first cool whispers of sunset to the sturdy breath of the mountain.
In fact, at that moment a second neighing was borne to them on the night wind
Only two blazing points of yellow-green flame shone occasionally with the reflected light of the equatorial moon that now and again pierced the softly sighing roof rustling in the night wind
She looked dismally about her narrow little room, with its dull-papered, pictureless walls, its small iron bedstead and empty book- case; and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought of her own white room at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness of a great green still outdoors, of sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the orchard, of the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind
beyond it, of a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana's window shining out through the gap in the trees.
There was a dull sound of falling water not far off; and the leaves of the old tree stirred gently in the night wind
. It seemed like quiet music for the repose of the dead.