midnights
Savannah arrives in April ; Florida in May ; Cuba and the Gulf come in with June , and the full splendor of the Tropics burns through July and August . Sitting upon the earth , do we not glide by all the constellations , all the awful stars ? Does not the flash of Orion 's scimeter dazzle as we pass ? Do we not hear , as we gaze in hushed midnights , the music of the Lyre ; are we not throned with Cassiopea ; do we not play with the tangles of Berenice 's hair , as we sail , as we sail ? When Christopher told me that he was going to Italy , I went into Bourne 's conservatory , saw a magnolia , and so reached Italy before him . Can Christopher bring Italy home ? But I brought to Prue a branch of magnolia blossoms , with Mr. Bourne 's kindest regards , and she put them upon her table , and our little house smelled of Italy for a week afterward .