We walked along the river grove
One scented August night
And saw the moon's bright scimitar
Etch scenes of pure delight.
We watched the calm and noble elms
Adjust their dusky robes,
Touched with living sequins
Of fireflies' dancing globes.
The poplar trees seemed as candles,
The stars their winking flames,
And the breeze kept us enraptured
With thoughts of far-off names.
~ Robert Freeman Bound
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