Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1885-03-24
ONE MIDsUMMER's EVE.

Midsummer eve, and had fingered late
WITH her my love, SO soon TO be my wife,
And still We fingered at the garden gate,
Hearing around the unseen subtle life
al tn1ng thet m 9ye me & summer mn and the night
fell on her lace SO pale, so passionate
I could not sleep that night for thought of her
20 near the house loitered lovingly.
And wondered II she would her sleep defer
By some sweet tender ioye.thought even OF me.
Once more to know the rapture and The calm
That perfect love alone can minister.
The nghtingales seemed singing everywhere,
The plaintive, urgent music. how Il stole
Along bright reaches oi the moonlit air
untll It sank into my very soul
Within their song new sweet might heard.
They sang, Love love-; that one sweet mystic
And my hear, an werod and my thought was
prayer,
And while tarried in the nooniit grove
Heart brimmed with love- the s,rangest thing
The garden gate moved back and bhe my love-
The moonlight falling on her dress and face,
came out, aud passed away with noiseless tread.
Unseen started back hui no word said,
Then followed where I saw her slim shape move
Der dew drcnched, moonl, nelds her slow feet
Il seemed to me the white moon did protest i
Ny love held on her way, followed last,
horror and Il wonder ~ my breast. .s,
when would she pause, and what thing should
we meet2
"'ulo rove TURN Shame ana anguish AT the last
Then the fields ended, and she crossed a road,
And went between tail trees until she stood
My God she stood in front of ms abode, ..
The man who had no pity on woinanhood,
The sweet, languid shameful, shameless, lying
man,
Trumphing often as such devils can
sinner OF sins not punishable by code.
knew that night my hate must have it's will
NY love size waited in the moons white ray
! felt subtle terror through me thrill:
I ttfONe To speak but no word could
an'S .lGse to her looked and there
Right IN herpath he lay, forever attn.
No more forever villany to plot, 90
Gone far away where no men laugh OF weep.
whispered to my love, she answered not,
His was the mesmerist's mute potent spell
That drew to him even wills that did rebel,
Drew her, though still resisting, to the spot
lied her back, aud strange IL was to me,
That walk with her, my lovely, silent love
me noonllgh nj TELL upon her tenderly, ..-
Ana almost like ghost she seemed to move,
But Just before she reached the house she
And both white hands against her forehead laid
ihen moved her eyes us one who strives to see
Then sight came back, and with it tears that
And then she told me how the man now dead
iiad sought her love, and. being sDurned, had
ravod,
And sworn to snare her yet. &" as birds" he said.
Were SHARED in nets by men she told me not
Lest III should come of it, mems blood being
not.
And scorned too much the peril that che
bravCd.
He had looked for her, but death instead had
found,
Who whispered with white, sudden lips De.
part !!
Ten years since then, aAd still we hear the
sound
OF nightingales each singing ont his heart.
us nhlpitating heart against the night,
The same sweet, urgent music the same light
Ana the same love, but only more profound
Philip BOuTke uarStoH.