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Summer.
She is a gentle mother, all night long
Bathing their pale brows with her healing dews.
The hours are spendthrifts of her wealth; the days
Are dowered with her beauty.
Bathing their pale brows with her healing dews.
The hours are spendthrifts of her wealth; the days
Are dowered with her beauty.
Priestess! queen!
Amid the ruined temples of the wood,
She hath rebuilt her altars, and called back
The scattered choristers, and over aisles
Where the slant sunshine like a curious stranger
Glided through arches and bare choirs, hath spread
A roof magnificent.. She hath awaked
Her oracle, that, dumb and paralyzed,
Slept with the torpid serpents of the lightning,
Bidding his dread voice, nature's mightiest,
Speak mystically of all hidden things
To the attentive spirit.
Amid the ruined temples of the wood,
She hath rebuilt her altars, and called back
The scattered choristers, and over aisles
Where the slant sunshine like a curious stranger
Glided through arches and bare choirs, hath spread
A roof magnificent.. She hath awaked
Her oracle, that, dumb and paralyzed,
Slept with the torpid serpents of the lightning,
Bidding his dread voice, nature's mightiest,
Speak mystically of all hidden things
To the attentive spirit.
There is laid
No knife upon her sacrificial altar,
And from her lips there comes no pealing triumph;
But to those crystal halls where silence sits
No knife upon her sacrificial altar,
And from her lips there comes no pealing triumph;
But to those crystal halls where silence sits
