A WEARY of Day's eager courtesies,
And burning words of passionate embrace,
Away from him fair Earth has turned her gaze
To where his- dark-skinned rival Night she sees,
Touching with tender hand his harp, the trees;
Holding out shadow arms with gentle grace
And bending low to kiss her upturned face,
The while in loving tones, his voice, the breeze.
Is witching her with soothing serenade,
That stirs and thrills her so she's half-dismayed,
And fearful but still fain to be caressed.
He sees her trembling like a bashful maid,
Who longs to yield and yet is half-afraid,
And masterfully clasps her to his breast.
—Roy Brazel Miller.
Western, Field. Western Field - Sportsmans Magazine of the West. San Francisco: Western Field, 1907.
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