Spring Night by Bliss Carman — Read

In the wondrous star-sown night, / In the first sweet warmth of spring, / I lie awake and listen / To hear the glad earth sing.

I hear the brook in the wood / Murmuring, as it goes, / The song of the happy journey / Only the wise heart knows.

I hear the trilling note / Of the tree-frog under the hill, / And the clear and watery treble / Of his brother, silvery shrill.

And then I wander away / Through the mighty forest of Sleep, / To follow the fairy music / To the shore of an endless deep.