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thirty-five.
THIRTY-FIVE.
THE sun hangs calm at summer's poise;
The earth lies bathed in shimmering noon,
At rest from all her cheerful noise,
With heartstrings silently in tune.
The earth lies bathed in shimmering noon,
At rest from all her cheerful noise,
With heartstrings silently in tune.
The time, how beautiful and dear,
When early fruits begin to blush,
And the full leafage of the year
Sways o'er them with a sheltering hush
When early fruits begin to blush,
And the full leafage of the year
Sways o'er them with a sheltering hush
The clouds that fleck the warm, blue deep
Like shoals of tinted fishes float;
From breathless groves the birds asleep
Send now and then a dreaming note.
Like shoals of tinted fishes float;
From breathless groves the birds asleep
Send now and then a dreaming note.
A traveller through the noonday calm,
Not weary, yet in love with rest,
Glad of the air's refreshing balm,
Stays where yon threshold waits a guest.
Not weary, yet in love with rest,
Glad of the air's refreshing balm,
Stays where yon threshold waits a guest.
