A Summer Night
I feel the breath of the summer night,
Aromatic fire;
The trees, the vines, the flowers are astir
With tender desire.
The white moths flutter about the lamp,
Enamored with light;
And a thousand creatures softly sing
A song to the night.
But I am alone, and how can I sing
Praises to thee?
Come, Night! unveil the beautiful soul
That waiteth for me.
~~
Elizabeth Drew Stoddard (1823-1902)
from Poems, 1859
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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