Last night when all was still;
It sang in the golden moonlight
From out the woodland hill.
I opened the window gently,
And all was dreamy dew-
And oh! the bird, my darling,
Was singing, singing of you!
- first verse of Last Night by Théophile Julius Henry Marzials
View all posts tagged as Poetry Friday at Bildungsroman.
View the roundup schedule at A Year of Reading.
Learn more about Poetry Friday.