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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,

Enamored 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.