A SUMMER NIGHT - by Elizabeth Stoddard

A SUMMER  NIGHT     by Elizabeth Stoddard     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.