George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross) once said...
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers,
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours,--
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love,
From some unknown afar.