A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon - A depth - an Azure - a perfume - Transcending extasy.
And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see -
Then vail my too inspecting face Lest such a subtle - shimmering grace Flutter too far for me -
The wizard fingers never rest - The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it's narrow bed -
Still rears the East her amber Flag - Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red -
So looking on - the night - the morn Conclude the wonder gay - And I meet, coming thro' the dews Another summer's Day!
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