A night of June, the stars were bright, And all the air was warm and soft, And round about us floated oft Some sweet perfume, and then took flight. Your dress was some pale summer stuff, Its light was all we cared to have, I at your feet, and near enough Sitting to feel your fan's slow wave. Of ghosts we talked, told mystic tales Which made both turn, almost afraid, And peer into the woodbine's shade, Moved to and fro by gentle gales. In the late evening, growing still At last, you gazed long at the stars, And I at your fair face, until Midnight struck through the lattice-bars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMEDAY BOOK: MIRIAM FAY'S LETTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SLANTS AT BUFFALO, NEW YORK by CARL SANDBURG |