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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER WINDS, by GEORGE DARLEY Poet's Biography First Line: Up the dale and down the bourne Last Line: Till we're at our play again. Variant Title(s): Song Of The Summer Winds Subject(s): Summer; Wind | |||
UP the dale and down the bourne, O'er the meadow swift we fly; Now we sing, and now we mourn, Now we whistle, now we sigh. By the grassy-fringed river, Through the murmuring reeds we sweep; Mid the lily-leaves we quiver, To their very hearts we creep. Now the maiden rose is blushing At the frolic things we say, While aside her cheek we're rushing, Like some truant bees at play. Through the blooming graves we rustle, Kissing every bud we pass,-- As we did it in the bustle, Scarcely knowing how it was. Down the glen, across the mountain, O'er the yellow heath we roam, Whirling round about the fountain, Till its little breakers foam. Bending down the weeping willows, While our vesper hymn we sigh; Then unto our rosy pillows On our weary wings we hie. There of idlenesses dreaming, Scarce from waking we refrain, Moments long as ages deeming Till we're at our play again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE WIND by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE by HEATHER MCHUGH RESIDENTIAL AREA by JOSEPHINE MILES THE DAY THE WINDS by JOSEPHINE MILES VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN OH IT'S PRETTY WINDY OUTSIDE by LARRY EIGNER ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY |
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