The Trees like Tassels - hit - and swung - There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun - Far Psalteries of Summer - Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy - Remotest - when most fair
The Sun shone whole at intervals - Then Half - then utter hid - As if Himself were optional And had Estates of Cloud
Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view - Except it were a whim of His To let the Orchards grow -
A Bird sat careless on the fence - One gossipped in the Lane On silver matters charmed a Snake Just winding round a Stone -
Bright Flowers slit a Calyx And soared upon a Stem Like Hindered Flags - Sweet hoisted - With Spices - in the Hem -
'Twas more - I cannot mention - How mean - to those that see - Vandyke's Delineation Of Nature's - Summer Day!
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