On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;I heard your voice, you said, 'Look down, see the glow-worm!'It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.
-Sara Teasdale
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