Poems (Van Rensselaer)/A Night in May
A NIGHT IN MAY
Sweet is long sleep, but there is sweeter still:To wake in the deep after-midnight hush,To hear the drowsing flute and brief low trillOf nesting bird rocked in the lilac-bushThat pours its perfume on the wooing wind.—I breathe the night-enchanted flower, I hearThe dream-entangled song; and thus I findThrough my own dreams the truth that thou art near,In my dim thoughts the memory of thy kiss:Sweeter than sleep it is to wake like this.