Nocturne

O the long, long street and the sweet

Sense of the night, of the Spring!

Lamps in a glittering string,

Pointing a path for our feet.

Pointing and beckoning -- where?

Far out of thought, out of view,

Deep through the dusk and the dew:

What but seems possible there?

O the dark Spring night and the bright

Glint of the lamps in the street!

Strange is their summons, and sweet,

O my beloved, to-night!