Summer Night, Riverside

    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 Sheltered us, While your kisses and the flowers, Falling, falling, Tangled¹ my hair. . . .

    The frail² white stars moved slowly over the sky.

    And now, far off In the fragrant³ 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 in its coils？