(written
under difficulties on the front porch of “Camp Gungawamp”, with the aid of a
lantern.)
The
summer night is calm and still,
No sound awakes her silencing
Except
along the near-by hill
The katydids are chorusing.
The
river whispers to the shore
As on it glides past camp and boat;
(Confound
that miller! Ugh, the bore!
He landed half way down my throat!)
Faint
outline of the distant height
(One can discern by steadfast gaze);
Beyond
the twinkling gems of light,
A million stars set in the haze.
The
soul can but expand when it
Beholds the wonders night doth bring;
(Drat
thee mosquitoes, they have bit
Until my ankles burn and sting!)
Now
comes a broken morn agleam
And scudding clouds go sailing by;
Reflected
in the dancing stream
A million jewels greet the eye.
O,
night thy grandeur is adrift!
In silent voices dost thou speak;
(Dodgast
that hornbug, he has biffed
Me on the ear and on the cheek!)
Fain,
fin I’d leave thee in repose
And sink into the arms of sleep;
It
were a sin one’s eyes to close
And lose thy beauties vast and deep.
Now
comes a gentle breeze to kiss
One’s waiting lips and bid one stay;
(Confound
such puffs of wind as this!
My papers all have blown away!)
Aug.
25, ‘09
For
Aug. 29, ’09 Sun
miller –
miller moth
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