Джордж Поуп Моррис (George Pope Morris)

I Love the Night

I love the night when the moon streams bright
  On flowers that drink the dew—
When cascades shout as the stars peep out,
  From boundless fields of blue;
But dearer far than moon or star,
  Or flowers of gaudy hue,
Or murmuring trills of mountain-rills,
  I love, I love, love—you!

I love to stray at the close of the day,
  Through groves of forest-trees,
When gushing notes from song-birds' throats
  Are vocal in the breeze.
I love the night—the glorious night—
  When hearts beat warm and true;
But far above the night, I love,
  I love, I love, love—you!