I Love The Night.


I love the night when the moon streams bright
On flowers that drink the dew–
When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
From boundless fields of blue;
But dearer far than moon or star,
Or flowers of gaudy hue,
Or murmuring trills of mountain-rills,
I love, I love, love–you!

I love to stray at the close of the day,
Through groves of forest-trees,
When gushing notes from song-birds’ throats
Are vocal in the breeze.
I love the night–the glorious night–
When hearts beat warm and true;
But far above the night, I love,
I love, I love, love–you!

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