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A molten ruby clear as wine

Along the east the dawning swims;

The morning-glories swing and shine,

The night dews bead their satin rims;

The bees rob sweets from shrub and vine,

The gold hangs on their limbs.

Sweet morn, the South,

A royal lover,

From his fragrant mouth,

Sweet morn, the South

Breathes on and over

Keen scents of wild honey and rosy clover.

Beside the wall the roses blow

Long summer noons the winds forsake;

Beside the wall the poppies glow

So full of fire their hearts do ache;

The dipping butterflies come slow,

Half dreaming, half awake.

Sweet noontide, rest,

A slave-girl weary

With her babe at her breast;

Sweet noontide, rest,

The day grows dreary

As soft limbs that are tired and eyes that are teary.

Along lone paths the cricket cries

Sad summer nights that know the dew;

One mad star thwart the heavens flies

Curved glittering on the glassy blue;

Now grows the big moon on the skies.

The stars are faint and few.

Sweet night, breathe thou

With a passion taken

From a Romeo's vow;

Sweet night, breathe thou

Like a beauty shaken

Of amorous dreams that have made her waken.