Poems (Stoddard)/A Summer Night
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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.