Quote of the Day (Langston Hughes, on the ‘Little Sleep Song’ of April Rain)

“The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.”—African-American poet, librettist, translator, and fiction writer Langston Hughes (1901-1967), “April Rain Song,” originally published in 1921, reprinted in The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, edited by Arnold Rampersad and David Roessel (1994)
 
I had a somewhat different reaction to overnight rain than Langston Hughes did: I awoke to hear its soft patter outside my window this morning, rather than falling asleep to it.
 
But I recalled that I had just heard yesterday about this poem. It’s a lovely set of verses (only five more lines than you see here) and easy to find on the Internet. I urge anyone who’s never encountered it to look it up.

Quote of the Day (William Shakespeare, on ‘The Journey in My Head’ Before Sleep)

“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.”—English playwright-poet William Shakespeare (1564-1616), “Sonnet 27” 

Quote of the Day (Thomas Hood, on a ‘Delicious Bed’)

“Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!

That heaven upon earth to the weary head.”—British humorist and poet Thomas Hood (1799-1845), “Miss Kilmansegg And Her Precious Leg” (1841-43)

Quote of the Day (H.G. Wells, on ‘The Common Sense of the Morning’)

“It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.” —H.G. Wells, The Time Machine (1898)