An August Night 



it be in the coloring of the petal of a 

 flower, the pictures in the clouds or 

 mountains, the symphonies of the sea 

 or forest. They are apt to try to give 

 expression to their inmost thoughts. 

 Fond of Nature, they find their great- 

 est joy in creating, if they can, some- 

 thing that did not exist before. They 

 are happiest when those who love the 

 same things that they love are sharing 

 with them a great play or opera, a 

 wonderful painting, a poem, an April 

 shower, a field of waving grain, a 

 garden of roses or an open fire. 



The star-vault's placid beauty all is 

 lost when the moon-queen rides, and 

 I like the jeweled Pleiades. I miss 

 Antares, too, and all his Scorpion 

 crew. And, so I say again, I like dark 

 nights; even the starless ones, if fields 

 be brown and the roof-tree shakes big 

 rain-drops on the shingles overhead. 



As I was saying, we had dined with 

 George, and when we started down the 

 walk, that night of the record moon, 



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