Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie True Poems flee.
The Pleading of the Summer --
That other Prank -- of Snow --
That Cushions Mystery with Tulle,
For fear the Squirrels -- know.
The last of Summer is Delight --
Deterred by Retrospect.
The Birds rose smiling, in their nests --
The gales -- indeed -- were done --
Alas, how heedless were the eyes --
On whom the summer shone!
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care --
For Captain was the Butterfly
For Helmsman was the Bee
And an entire universe
For the delighted crew.
Displayed before the simplest Door
That all may witness it and more,
The pomp of summer Days.
Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness -- is Noon.
What care the Dead for Summer?
When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see --
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories