A something in a summer`s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer`s noon — A depth — an Azure — a perfume — Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer`s night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see — Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace Flutter too far for me — The wizard fingers never rest — The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed — Still rears the East her amber Flag — Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red — So looking on — the night — the morn Conclude the wonder gay — And I meet, coming thro` the dews Another summer`s Day!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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