Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Elizabeth Stoddard - A Summer Night

A poet, writer, and something of freedom fighter, Elizabeth Stoddard was certainly prolific. While her novels tended to mesh romance with the quest for equality between a woman's needs, desires, and social standing and taboos, her poetry was almost always lyrical.

A Summer Night

I FEEL the breath of the summer night,
Aromatic fire:
The trees, the vines, the flowers are astir
With tender desire.

The white moths flutter about the lamp,
Enamoured with light;
And a thousand creatures softly sing
A song to the night!

But I am alone, and how can I sing
Praises to thee?
Come, Night! unveil the beautiful soul
That waiteth for me.

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