SOFT silence of the summer night! Alive with wistful murmurings,Enfold me in thy quiet might: Shake o'er my head thy slumb'rous wings, So cool and light:
Let me forget all earthly things
In sleep to-night!Tired roses, passionately sweet, Are leaning on their cool green leaves,The mignonette1 about my feet A maze of tangled fragrance weaves, Where dewdrops meet:
Kind sleep the weary world bereaves
Of noise and heat.White lilies, pure as falling snow, And redolent2 of tenderness,Are gently swaying to and fro,
Lulled by the breath of evening less
Than by the low Music of sleepy winds, that bless The buds that grow.