A Summer's Night
The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
Soft as a maiden's breath, the wind that flies
Up from the perfumed bosom of the South.
Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;
And hither hastening like rakes that roam,
With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,
The fire-flies come stagg'ring down the dark.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
from Lyrics of Lowly Life, 1896
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
Paul Laurence Dunbar biography
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