ALL summer let me lie along the grass, Hands under head, and lids that almost close; Nor mix a sigh with breathings of the rose, Nor vex light-sleeping echo with "Alas!" Fearless, I will abandon blood, and limb, And very soul to the all-changing hours; In calmness letting the unnumbered powers Of nature weave my rest into their hymn. Beneath the sunshine's golden tent uplift Mine eyes shall watch the upper blue unfurled, Till its deep joy into my heart shall sift Through lashes linked, and, dreaming on the world, Its love and hate, or memories far of these, Shall lull me like the sound of distant seas. |