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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER FIRE, by ELEANOR ALLEN
First Line: Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit
Last Line: A summer's fire encased in waxen dome!
First Line: Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit
Last Line: A summer's fire encased in waxen dome!
Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit
as gold as any minted piece of coin,
while from the scented fruit the velvet bees
their liquid sweet of summer's fire purloin.
They swoon above the clustered, golden fruit
that came from that far clime, Hesperides.
They murmur through the amber afternoon
as languorous as leaves upon lime trees.
Now fades the dappled sunlight from the glade.
The shadows lay their purple-dark upon
this amber world of scent, while silence floats
as still and light as any gliding swan ...
When ermine leaves of winter spread their frost,
within the milliard cells of honeycomb
will be a honey rich and potent-sweet,
a summer's fire encased in waxen dome!
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