Poems (Stoddard)/A Summer Night

by Elizabeth Stoddard

For works with similar titles, see A Summer Night.

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,
   Enamoured 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.