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!