In the wild soft summer darkness <br />How many and many a night we two together <br />Sat in the park and watched the Hudson <br />Wearing her lights like golden spangles <br />Glinting on black satin. <br />The rail along the curving pathway <br />Was low in a happy place to let us cross, <br />And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom <br />Sheltered us, <br />While your kisses and the flowers, <br />Falling, falling, <br />Tangled in my hair. . . . <br /> <br />The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky. <br /> <br />And now, far off <br />In the fragrant darkness <br />The tree is tremulous again with bloom <br />For June comes back. <br /> <br />To-night what girl <br />Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair <br />This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-night-riverside/
