[Poems by Cooke in] Hillside and Seaside in poetry | ||
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AIRS OF SUMMER.
Airs of summer that softly blow,
Sing your whispering songs to me,
Over the grass like a shadow go,
Flutter your wings in the rustling tree;
Sing your whispering songs to me,
Over the grass like a shadow go,
Flutter your wings in the rustling tree;
Curl the wave on the sunny sand,
Rock the bee in its rose asleep,
Scatter odors from strand to strand,
Over ocean in laughter sweep;
Rock the bee in its rose asleep,
Scatter odors from strand to strand,
Over ocean in laughter sweep;
Kiss the snows on the mountain height,
Vex the river that leaps beneath,
Sing in the fir-trees your sweet good-night,
And cease like a baby's slumbering breath.
Vex the river that leaps beneath,
Sing in the fir-trees your sweet good-night,
And cease like a baby's slumbering breath.
[Poems by Cooke in] Hillside and Seaside in poetry | ||