On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars,
In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,
You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,
But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I knew.
I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,
I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;
I heard your voice, you said, "Look down, see the glowworm!"
It was there before me, a small star, white at my feet.
We watched while it brightened as though it were breathed on and burning,
This tiny creature moving over earth's floor --
"'L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle,'"*
You said, and no more.
*This line is in Italian. It translates to. "The love that moves the sun and the other stars."
Written by Sara Teasdale.