Nocturne

There is no need of making songs tonight,

For lovelier than song is that pure light

That lays a shimmering path across the sea,

And tips the darkening islands silverly.

Along the white-flecked margin of the shore

The rippling waves with cadenced sweetness pour,

And here beneath the moon of our delight

There is no need of making songs tonight.

—Glenn Hughes, Sr. (1894-1964)