I Love the Night.

I love the night when the moon streams bright

On flowers that drink the dew —

When cascades shout as the stars peep out,

From boundless fields of blue;

But dearer far than moon or star,

Or flowers of gaudy hue,

Or murmuring trills of mountain-rills,

I love, I love, love — you!

I love to stray at the close of the day,

Through groves of forest-trees,

When gushing notes from song-birds’ throats

Are vocal in the breeze.

I love the night — the glorious night —

When hearts beat warm and true;

But far above the night, I love,

I love, I love, love — you!