A Night In May

FROM eve’s lit casement turns reluctant day, A lingering lover—dreaming of delights Unseen, unknown, with summer scents and sights Scarce whispered through the modest green of May— Who yet beneath the dusk would kiss and play, With mingled softness of mysterious lights, With hidden sweets the silent hour requites, Ere from the west he sinks to night away.

But on the still grey eve what glory breaks! A glowing sphere between the trembling trees, As though the wondering world returning sees A silvern sun a softer day that makes, Ere this departs and his last song doth cease With his last breath that night’s enchantment takes.