Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

He did not die in the night, / He did not die in the day, / But in the morning twilight / His spirit passed away.

The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day.

She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down And rest your gentle head upon her lap, And she will sing the song that pleaseth you And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness, Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep As is the difference betwixt day and night The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team Begins his golden progress in the east.

Philosophers, for the most part, are constitutionally timid, and dislike the unexpected. Few of them would be genuinely happy as pirates or burglars. Accordingly, they invent systems which make the future calculable, at least in its main outlines.