A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too [...]

I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost – She — each year — leads her Daisies back – Recording briefly — “Lost” – But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes – Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow – And she pours soft Refrains [...]