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A SUMMER'S DAY
Overhead a sapphire sky;
Blossom of the may-trees round:
On the warm, lush, meadow-ground,
Where the sorrel blooms, we lie.
Blossom of the may-trees round:
On the warm, lush, meadow-ground,
Where the sorrel blooms, we lie.
Psyche-winged, in gold and white
Butterflies float past: the earth,
'Neath the charm of summer's birth,
Thrills with delicate delight.
Butterflies float past: the earth,
'Neath the charm of summer's birth,
Thrills with delicate delight.
Softly breathes a southern wind;
Sings for joy a lark above:
Oh! what paradise of love
Fairer may our spirits find!
Sings for joy a lark above:
Oh! what paradise of love
Fairer may our spirits find!
Far away is London town,
As a world unknown, forgot:
Misery and sins are not!
Nothing now for tears or frown!
As a world unknown, forgot:
Misery and sins are not!
Nothing now for tears or frown!
Lean, my Dearest, lean your head
Quietly against me. So!
Listen, while I whisper low
Words, that hardly may be said.
Quietly against me. So!
Listen, while I whisper low
Words, that hardly may be said.
Nay, your spirit lifts the veil
From love, trembling to confess:
In this summer peacefulness
Silence better tells his tale.
From love, trembling to confess:
In this summer peacefulness
Silence better tells his tale.
Your free senses have discerned,
Ere his stamm'ring lips can part,
That, for which but heart to heart
Knows a language, yet unlearned.
Ere his stamm'ring lips can part,
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Knows a language, yet unlearned.
Lean, my Dearest, lean your head
Quietly against me: lay
Little hand in mine, to say,
“Thus, indeed, the heart is sped.”
Quietly against me: lay
Little hand in mine, to say,
“Thus, indeed, the heart is sped.”
Ah! a cloud across the sun!
Ah! a chill within the breeze!
Ah! a shiver through the trees!
And the flower-land is dun!
Ah! a chill within the breeze!
Ah! a shiver through the trees!
And the flower-land is dun!
Nothing! see the light return,
Clearer from the gray eclipse!
And the smile about your lips
Tells a spirit's unconcern.
Clearer from the gray eclipse!
And the smile about your lips
Tells a spirit's unconcern.
Foolish, verily, was I,
Dreaming you should thus divine
Secrets of this heart of mine.
Love for you comes by-and-by.
Dreaming you should thus divine
Secrets of this heart of mine.
Love for you comes by-and-by.
Here, enough, to-day you feel
This bland summer hour's content;
Magic music, colour, scent,
Through your happy senses steal.
This bland summer hour's content;
Magic music, colour, scent,
Through your happy senses steal.
Only, Dearest, lean your head
Quietly against me. So!
Leave me, when these moments go,
Ah! what memories instead!
Quietly against me. So!
Leave me, when these moments go,
Ah! what memories instead!
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