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.