Athwart the star-lit midnight sky <br />Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, <br />As the mysterious, pallid moon <br />Sinks in the waveless still lagoon. <br />Now that the queen of night is dead, <br />The starry commonwealth o'erhead <br />(Softer and fairer than gaudy day) <br />Sheds lustrous light from the Milky Way; <br />While the Dog-star gleams, and the Sisters Seven, <br />Float tremulously in the misty heaven. <br />Faintly, afar the horse-bells ring; <br />Myriads of wakened crickets sing; <br />And the spirit voices of the night <br />Sing snatches of fairy music bright, <br />Old-world melodies - lang syne sung - <br />Recalling days when the heart was young, <br />Whose wonderful cadences fall and rise, <br />As the wind in the casuarina sighs; <br />And the world seems 'gulfed, this summer night, <br />In a flood of delicious, dreamy light. <br /><br /><br />Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-midnight/
