V
Oh days
Full of sweet noises! Songs of birds,
And gentle sound of lowing herds.
When all around—
From farther fields and orchard trees—
Comes the drowsy hum of bees.
Full of sweet noises! Songs of birds,
And gentle sound of lowing herds.
When all around—
From farther fields and orchard trees—
Comes the drowsy hum of bees.
VI
Bend the ear
To our sibilant whispering!
This is the full of the year.
The Golden Mene, when the rich earth bears
In plenty and fulness and mankind shares
In the good of her,
Oh hear, the wind wakes; and we sing!
To our sibilant whispering!
This is the full of the year.
The Golden Mene, when the rich earth bears
In plenty and fulness and mankind shares
In the good of her,
Oh hear, the wind wakes; and we sing!
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