A lovely languorous poem of the summer that seems now confined to memory, together with that innocent love. Today I am glad I am old!
SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE
By Sara Teasdale
In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
While your kisses and the flowers,
Tangled in my hair….
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.
To-night what girl
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year’s blossoms, clinging to its coils?
Today poem is in the public domain, belongs to the masses, and appears here accordingly.
Sara Teasdale (1884–1933) received public admiration for her well-crafted lyrical…
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