Street Lamps in Early Spring

Night wears a garment
All velvet soft, all violet blue...
And over her face she draws a veil
As shimmering fine as floating dew...
And here and there
In the black of her hair
The subtle hands of Night
Move slowly with their gem-starred light.

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2 years ago

I like this poem because it is simple but it means something to someone talking about night.