IN SUMMER NIGHTS.
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Hark! 'tis the blackbird's pipe begins; Nay, 'tis the plover's airy note:Ah, listen! 'tis an ancient strain Snatched from a wandering harper's throat;And now the jocund burst again. Oh, blest the day's intensest light, Crowned by this revelry of night!
VI. LOVERS.
Midnight and June!The yellow phantom of a moonFar out at sea,Dark branches arching overhead,The river flowing in the gloom,And heavy scents of leaf and bloom,Making it just a joy to be!
And in the dew,Beneath the branches bending too,Two faces bent,—Bent in a swift and daring dream,An ecstasy of trembling bliss,And sealed together in a kiss,—And the night waiting passion-spent.
