Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE FOURTH OF JUNE AT EON, by GEORGE SANTAYANA


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First Line: Little silent rills of joy
Last Line: This green page with any tear.


Little silent rills of joy
Bubble up I know not whence.
When mute Phoebus was a boy
Silence had this eloquence.
Eyes of friends and hands of friends,
Love, but not the words of love.
This is the top of youth. Here ends
All they all were dreaming of.
Mists of morning drift asunder.
Laughing, mocking, lost in wonder,
Where her stubborn brothers play
Slender Dian trips today,
Tempting to a tenderer fray.
I am pelted as with roses.
Fragrance, fragrance everywhere,
Pure, proud lips and profile fair,
Beautiful young golden hair.
My heart drinks its fill, and closes.
A slight smile, a parting cheer,
Flouts the perils of their lot
-- What should summer know of fear? --
Nor does gallant memory blot
This green page with any tear.






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