nightlong on black print-branches our beech-tree Gazes in this whiteness: nightlong could I. Here may life on death or death on life be painted.
"The Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith"
George Meredith
Here by the bivouac fire, above These fields of savage play, I'll lift my love to meet thy love Twa thousand miles away, Where yonder, yonder by the stars, nightlong there rins a burn, And maids with lovers at the wars May list their wraiths' return.
"The Vigil of Venus and Other Poems by "Q""
Q (AKA: Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch)
But good Aeneas, nightlong revolving many and many a thing, issues forth, so soon as bountiful light is given, to explore the strange country; to what coasts the wind has borne him, who are their habitants, men or wild beasts, for all he sees is wilderness; this he resolves to search, and bring back the certainty to his comrades.
"The Aeneid of Virgil"
Virgil