I love this poem, very evocative. It clearly describes a typical night during summer, where petals of flowers close after shadow of sunlight falls in as lights can be gleamed from the flickering of fireflies.
This reminds me of life in Marag, Philippines during summer and when the moon was full. It would be a clear night and we would be fascinated by fireflies dancing merrily around a lemon tree making it appear as festive as a Christmas tree. The flowers from the squashes and melons had long closed their beauteous blooms for nighttime beauty sleep, yet to be ready once again as the dawn breaks.
Only the sound of the crickets competed with our joyful laughter and my mother’s admonition not to go too far in to the darkness.
I love summer
- Tree, photo by JMorton
- Photo by PH Morton
Summer Night
Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson
NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The firefly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.











