A Summer’s Night
The night is dewy as a maiden’s mouth,The skies are bright as are a maiden’s eyes,Soft as a maiden’s breath the wind that fliesUp from the perfumed bosom of the South.Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;And hither hastening, like rakes that roam,With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,The fireflies come stagg’ring down the dark.