MIDSUMMER MOONLIGHT 121 



full. The whippoor-will chants matins as quer- 

 ulously as he does vespers. Far in the east the 

 stars that had been gleaming brighter as the moon 

 descended paled again. The night in all its per- 

 fect beauty was over, for into the shrill eager- 

 ness of the whippoor-will's call cut the joyous 

 carol of a dawn-worshipping robin. 



