Night

I have minded me

Of the noon-day brightness,

And the cricket's drowsy

Singing in the sunshine...

I have minded me

Of the slim marsh-grasses

That the winds at twilight,

Dying, scarcely ripple...

And I cannot sleep.

I have minded me

Of a lily-pond,

Where the waters sway

All the moonlit leaves

And the curled long stems...

And I cannot sleep.