Summer Night, Riverside

~Sara Trevor Teasdale~
 

In the wild soft summer darkness
 How many and many a night we two together
 Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
 Wearing her lights like golden spangles
 Glinting on black satin.
 The rail along the curving pathway
 Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
 And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
 Sheltered us,
 While your kisses and the flowers,
 Falling, falling,
 Tangled in my hair....

 The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.

And now, far off
 In the fragrant darkness
 The tree is tremulous again with bloom
 

For June comes back.

To-night what girl
 Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
 This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils?
 

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