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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!

ca. 1859