20/08/2026
This , "One Summer Night", was written by Mary Grace Walker in July 1899 while the family lived at No.3 . She writes:
Summer, dear Summer! Thou art flying past
So fast:
I feel the fluttering of thy wings at night
And breathe delight
As all the spicy odowrs of July
Float by;
The sweet, white perennial lifts her starry eyes
To starry skies
Breathing out incense from the heart of her
– Night's worshipper –
No longer the proud lilies in their sleep
Securely keep
The secret of their fragrance from the breeze
Who, if he please
May waft it where the Poet weaves his dreams
With the moonbeams
And trills forth to the silence of the sky
His melody.
All, all is still, save where the rippling shower
A golden dower
Flung by the moon in largesse to the Stream
Doth glance and gleam:
O! Poet, reach thy hand out for this gold
To hold
Bathe all thy soul in the night’s lore! — And then
Teach it to men!
