A NIGHT IN MAY
FROM eve’s lit casement turns reluctant day,
A lingering lover—dreaming of delights
Unseen, unknown, with summer scents and sights
Scarce whispered through the modest green of May—
Who yet beneath the dusk would kiss and play,
With mingled softness of mysterious lights,
With hidden sweets the silent hour requites,
Ere from the west he sinks to night away.