Sara Teasdale

June Night

  Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
   How can I sleep while all around
  Floats rainy fragrance and the far
   Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?

  Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,
   I love you, I love you,—oh what have I
  That I can give you in return—
   Except my body after I die?