Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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BEAUTIFUL SUMMER. |
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BEAUTIFUL SUMMER.
Beautiful Summer! com'st thou back
Breathing deep glory on thy track,
With all thy roses—all thy rays—
A burning bloom—a boundless blaze?
Breathing deep glory on thy track,
With all thy roses—all thy rays—
A burning bloom—a boundless blaze?
Thy Roses! Oh! to them, to them
Thou ow'st thy brightest diadem!
Queens of the Sunshine!—how they fling
Their charm o'er each less beauteous thing!
Thou ow'st thy brightest diadem!
Queens of the Sunshine!—how they fling
Their charm o'er each less beauteous thing!
Queens of the Sunshine!—how they shed
The glory of their rosy red
O'er all around triumphantly,
And deepen still their crimson dye!
The glory of their rosy red
O'er all around triumphantly,
And deepen still their crimson dye!
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The Lord of Day o'er them pours down
The fairest splendours of his crown,
Then basks he smilingly the while
In the rich Earth-light of their smile!
The fairest splendours of his crown,
Then basks he smilingly the while
In the rich Earth-light of their smile!
In the Earth-light of their smile!—for far
Each sheds around—(a blazing Star!—)
Its beauty on the atmosphere,
And makes a glowing Eden near!
Each sheds around—(a blazing Star!—)
Its beauty on the atmosphere,
And makes a glowing Eden near!
Upon their leaves the Lord of Day
Rises with rich and roseate ray,
And in their burning hearts of fire
Doth in a deepened blaze expire!
Rises with rich and roseate ray,
And in their burning hearts of fire
Doth in a deepened blaze expire!
Queens of the Sunshine!—how they fling
Beauty o'er each surrounding thing,
And gild the light, and flush the day,
As with a more cœlestial ray!
Beauty o'er each surrounding thing,
And gild the light, and flush the day,
As with a more cœlestial ray!
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Beautiful Summer! com'st thou back
Even now with triumph on thy track?
Oh! couldst thou linger in our bowers,
A Paradise once more were ours!
Even now with triumph on thy track?
Oh! couldst thou linger in our bowers,
A Paradise once more were ours!
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