The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

It takes two for a kiss Only one for a sigh, Twain by twain we marry One by one we die.

Joy is a partnership, Grief weeps alone, Many guests had Cana; Gethsemane but one.

This is my house - it is not I: Triumphant in this faith I live and die

The sun to me is dark / And silent as the moon, / When she deserts the night / Hid in her vacant, interlunar cave.

On a night without the moon or stars you can’t see a thing, but you can imagine anything.