The Shadows On The Water Reach.

The shadows on the water reach My shadow on the beach; I see the dark trees on the shore, The fisher's oar.

I met her by the sea last night, A little maid in white; I shall never meet her more On the shore.

Ho! fisher, hoist your idle sail, And whistle for a gale; My ship is waiting in the bay, Row away!

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, 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.