In its color, shade and shine, 'Twas a summer warm as wine, With an effervescent flavoring of flowered bough and vine, And a fragrance and a taste Of ripe roses gone to waste, And a dreamy sense of sun- and moon-and starlight interlaced. 'Twas a summer such as broods O'er enchanted solitudes, Where the hand of Fancy leads us through voluptuary moods, And with lavish love outpours All the wealth of out-of-doors, And woos our feet o'er velvet paths and honeysuckle floors. 'Twas a summer-time long dead, -- And its roses, white and red, And its reeds and water-lilies down along the river-bed, -- O they all are ghostly things -- For the ripple never sings, And the rocking lily never even rustles as it rings! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE THE HEART OF THE TREE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST S. PHILIP YE DEACON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE EPSOM DUEL, 1689 by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A WALK AT SUNSET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A GHOST STORY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |