Night
O Night―O cool and grateful summer Night!
After the fierce heat of the afternoon,
After the burning hours of the languorous June,
After the sun draws seaward, brazen, bright―
How welcome is thy coming, Night, sweet Night!
Low in the blue, blue East vibrates the moon,
Mellow and large; across the shimmering dune,
The wind swells in and shakes the wheat-fields, white
With early moonbeams; the faint ripples pass
Lightly above the silver-bladed grass
Whence all the bees have taken drowsy flight. . . .
Thou soothest passionate pain from many a breast
And grantest hours of unremembering rest
To tortured hearts―thou dear, God-given Night!
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