The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The Moon, their Mistress, had expired before; The winds were witherd in the stagnant air, And the clouds perishd; darkness had no need Of aid from themshe was the Universe. ByronDarkness.
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man had power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 144.
The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 64.