Summer

 “And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I would not change it.” As You Like It -ActII, Scene I -Shakespeare


Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

A Something in a Summer’s Day

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —

Jacobsen
Jacobsen

A depth — an Azure — a perfume —

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night

Hot Summer Night Dennis Largo Schulz
Hot Summer Night
Dennis Largo Schulz

A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —

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Wall–Scalp Level Artist

The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —dawn_sky

Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn

Conclude the wonder gay —

Sanctuary The Rock

And I meet, coming thro’ the dews

Another summer’s Day!



 

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