A Summer Night
The moon is bright—the air is cool,
The nightingale in gladness sings—
The wooing bull-frog in the pool
Has ceased his plaintive questionings.
The nightingale in gladness sings—
The wooing bull-frog in the pool
Has ceased his plaintive questionings.
Deep in the water, crystal clear.
The darting minnows gleam and glide—
In silence, one can scarcely hear
The vagrant lapping of the tide.
The darting minnows gleam and glide—
In silence, one can scarcely hear
The vagrant lapping of the tide.
The fleur de lis beside the brook
Bends low its drooping purple crest,
In every dim and shadowy nook,
The water lily sways to rest.
Bends low its drooping purple crest,
In every dim and shadowy nook,
The water lily sways to rest.
The moon-light silvers wood and stream,
Till all the world, to human sight,
Melts slowly in a mystic dream,
And fades into the shadowy Night.
Till all the world, to human sight,
Melts slowly in a mystic dream,
And fades into the shadowy Night.
Aetat 14.
