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Show IN THE SOUL OF SUMMERTIME In the soul of Summertime, When to rapture, when to rhyme, Beats each bough and bole and blade. On the upland, in the glade, Then I have no thought but one u Vnder the benignant buu Only sweetheart mine, to fare Out into the dim somewhere. Thou for comrade, till afar Love "shall light the vesper-star, And the plaintive whippoorwill Home shall call us from the hill. There'll be iris for thine eyes. Wherein I see paradise; Popples for thy lips will show Where the golden wheat-waves glow, And, to match thy hair, there'll be Depths of woodland shadowry. And thy smile but, may, no more Delving after metaphor; For, when in thy radiant mood, Thou 'dost shame similitude! Sight and sound and scent shall be Perfected for thee and me, When to rapture, when to rhyme, Throbs the soulof Summertime! Clinton Scollard, in the Smart Set. |
