Slowly, silently, now the moon / Walks the night in her silver shoon.

Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep: / Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom.

("Out Of The Deep")

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

Do diddle di do, / Poor Jim Jay / Got stuck fast / In Yesterday.