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242

IV
EVENING

A STUDY IN METRE

Summer is sweet,
In the air of the tepid night,
In the drowsy breeze,
In the blossoming trees;—
Summer is sweet
With its scented heat
And the lazy hours that ease
Every heart
From the toil of the day's hot light
And ceaseless throes,
With their pale repose.
Every heart
Sips of its part
Of the love that summer bestows.
Laggard and sweet,
The evening glides on its way;
And the glistening star
From the eastern bar,
Laggard and sweet,
With golden feet,
Climbs stilly the skies from afar.

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Liquid and light,
A tremulous harmony sings
O'er the sleepy guitar
Its reverberate bar,
Liquid and light,
To the moon-paled night,
And the love of the glistening star.
Heavy perfumes
From the vine that grows, clambering still,
Wondrous and fair
On the trellis' tall stair,—
Heavy perfumes,
Through the moonlit glooms,
Drift away from her purple hair.
Night rustles late
Through the trees with a measured tread;
And the late, late word
Have the gold stars heard;
Night rustles late
To the eastern gate,
By the goad of the east-light spurred.
Swift are the hours
Now sped on their dusk-feathered wing
To the land of the west,
To the land of their rest;
Swift are the hours

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O'er the dew-sprent flowers
Away, by the grey dawn pressed!
Slower and slower
Dies the song of the low-voiced guitar;
Like the bend of a stream,
The whole to a dream,
Slower and slow,
With a silvery flow
Ebbs away. ...
Away, while slow
To the fields of the poppies of sleep
I wander, I tread
In the maze of their bed
Away, while slow
And deep and low
In their peace I lay my head.
[1892]