Soak your lungs with wine, for now The Dog Star's at the turn. How the summer wounds, and how All must thirst and burn. In the bushes, strong and clear Now the cricket sings, And sweet music fills the air From beneath his wings. Now is all the earth at song In the summer's fire, And the girasole is strong. Now does wild desire Make the girls most amorous. But the men won't please; For the fire of Sirius Withers heads and knees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITH CONANT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE FOR ONCE, THEN, SOMETHING by ROBERT FROST INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN FATHER O'FLYNN by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES |