The Pavilion
In the tent the lamps were bright;
Out beyond the summer night
Thrilled and quivered like a star:
We beneath were left so far.
From the depths of blue profound
Never any sight or sound
Came our loneliness to mar:
We beneath were left so far.
But against the summer sky
Only you stood out and I;
From all other things that are
We beneath were left so far.
A. Mary F. Robinson.