June Night

by Sara Teasdale
Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
 How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy fragrance and the far
 Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,
 I love you, I love you, — oh what have I
That I can give you in return —
 Except my body after I die?