June Nights In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers Pours out far away an intoxicating scent; Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, We only half sleep in a transparent slumber. The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter; A hazy half-day colors the eternal dome; And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky. Victor Hugo
Contemplation Opus II
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