Had Fallen A Fragrant Shower; The Leaves Were Dripping Yet; Each Fern And Rain-Weighed Flower Around Were Gleaming Wet; On Ev'Ry Bosky Bower A Million Gems Were Set. The Dust'S Moist Odors Sifted Cool With The Summer Rain, Mixed With The Musk That Drifted From Orchard And From Plain; - Her Garden'S Fence White Lifted Its Length Along The Lane. The Moon The Clouds Had Shattered In Curdled Peaks Of Pearl; The Honeysuckle Scattered Warm Odors From Each Curl, Where The White Moonlight, Flattered, Hung Molten 'Round A Girl. Then Grew The Night Completer With Light And Cloud And Air; Aromas Sweet Blew Sweeter, Sweet Flowers Fair, More Fair; Fleet Feet And Fast Grew Fleeter Thro' That Fair Sorceress There.