XXXIIAT PAUSE
The sunbeams fall in a golden shower
Across the yellowing vines,
The fruit, over-ripe, drops hour by hour,
And the michaelmas daisy shines.
Across the yellowing vines,
The fruit, over-ripe, drops hour by hour,
And the michaelmas daisy shines.
But where is the meadows' emerald green
And the wide wild sunflowers' glow
Lost in the lift of the salt sea-sheen
Where the singing breezes go?
And the wide wild sunflowers' glow
Lost in the lift of the salt sea-sheen
Where the singing breezes go?
A pensive hush broods like a charm
Over the land and the sea,
A pause in the full year's choral psalm,
An unuttered melody.
Over the land and the sea,
A pause in the full year's choral psalm,
An unuttered melody.
The thistles have given up the ghost,
And the forests have turned to gold,
And the summer's eloquent story, at most,
Is but a tale that is told.
And the forests have turned to gold,
And the summer's eloquent story, at most,
Is but a tale that is told.
The rose to the wind has given her breath,
The bird has bequeathed his lay,
And I have given my heart till death,
And after the judgment-day.
The bird has bequeathed his lay,
And I have given my heart till death,
And after the judgment-day.
Then what care I though the fields be brown,
And the violet's eyes be hid,
Summer for me has woven a crown
To wear and be comforted.
And the violet's eyes be hid,
Summer for me has woven a crown
To wear and be comforted.
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