THE night is dewy as a maiden's mouth, <br />The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes, <br />Soft as a maiden's breath the wind that flies <br />Up from the perfumed bosom of the South. <br />Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park; <br />And hither hastening, like rakes that roam, <br />With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home, <br />The fireflies come stagg'ring down the dark.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-s-night-2/
