MIDSUMMER NIGHT.
THOUGH the tropical day has vanished,
The flash of her glowing eyes,
In a twilight rich and tender
Still lames on the western skies;
Through the hushed air's humid languor
The full moon shines remote,
And the insects' myriad murmur,
Has silenced the birdling's throat:
The flash of her glowing eyes,
In a twilight rich and tender
Still lames on the western skies;
Through the hushed air's humid languor
The full moon shines remote,
And the insects' myriad murmur,
Has silenced the birdling's throat:
Do you see how the white, curled vapors
Float up from the meadows sweet?
Do you hear the viewless river
Sing softly and incomplete?
Do you feel a word unspoken
In the droop of pendant leaves,
Like the mystic thrill of sympathy
Which a full-souled hand receives?
Float up from the meadows sweet?
Do you hear the viewless river
Sing softly and incomplete?
Do you feel a word unspoken
In the droop of pendant leaves,
Like the mystic thrill of sympathy
Which a full-souled hand receives?
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