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Paul Laurence Dunbar - In Summer TimePaul Laurence Dunbar - In Summer Time
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When summer time has come, and all   The world is in the magic thrall   Of perfumed airs that lull each sense   To fits of drowsy indolence;   When skies are deepest blue above,   And flow`rs aflush,--then most I love   To start, while early dews are damp,   And wend my way in woodland tramp   Where forests rustle, tree on tree,   And sing their silent songs to me;   Where pathways meet and path ways part,--   To walk with Nature heart by heart,   Till wearied out at last I lie   Where some sweet stream steals singing by   A mossy bank; where violets vie   In color with the summer sky,--   Or take my rod and line and hook,   And wander to some darkling brook,   Where all day long the willows dream,   And idly droop to kiss the stream,   And there to loll from morn till night--   Unheeding nibble, run, or bite--   Just for the joy of being there   And drinking in the summer air,   The summer sounds, and summer sights,   That set a restless mind to rights   When grief and pain and raging doubt   Of men and creeds have worn it out;   The birds` song and the water`s drone,   The humming bees` low monotone,   The murmur of the passing breeze,   And all the sounds akin to these,   That make a man in summer time   Feel only fit for rest and rhyme.   Joy springs all radiant in my breast;   Though pauper poor, than king more blest,   The tide beats in my soul so strong   That happiness breaks forth in song,   And rings aloud the welkin blue   With all the songs I ever knew.   O time of rapture! time of song!   How swiftly glide thy days along   Adown the current of the years,   Above the rocks of grief and tears!   `Tis wealth enough of joy for me   In summer time to simply be.
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