Explore "Summer Night, Riverside" by Sara Teasdale on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
IN the wild soft summer darkness / How many and many a night we two together / Sat in the park and watched the Hudson / Wearing her lights like golden spangles / Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway / Was low in a happy place to let us cross, / And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom / Sheltered us / While your kisses and the flowers, / Falling, falling, / Tangled my hair. .
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.
And now, far off / In the fragrant darkness / The tree is tremulous again with bloom / For June comes back.
To-night what girl / When she goes home, / Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair / This year's blossoms, clinging in its coils ?