When Summer Nights Were High Poem by Russell Collier

This madrigal is written for a dear friend.

I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,
just you, when summer nights were high;

those nights when just your smallest sigh
ignites in me that passion new;
I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,

and wondering if your passion’d cry
might tell a tale of you more true
than I could pry with gaudy lie;
I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,
just you, when summer nights were high.