A Summer's Night.
THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's
Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies
Up 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
The fireflies come stagg'ring down the dark.