Here you will find thePoemJune Nightsof poet Victor Marie Hugo
In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers Pours out far away an intoxicating scent; Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, We only half sleep in a transparent slumber. The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter; A hazy half-day colours the eternal dome; And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.
