Thursday, July 29, 2010

Magical Summer Verse

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"A Something in a Summer's Day"

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!

-Emily Dickinson



"A Summer Day"

I
The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.

II
Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship
With the ripe blossom of her lip;
All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.

III
Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.

-Lucy Maud Montgomery




"Moonlight, Summer Moonlight"

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

-Emily Bronte

6 comments:

  1. How whimsical!!! I feel as though, I should be wearing a light dress with my hair down, and be running barefoot in a meadow with the sun setting. I suppose that was one of the "whimsical summer secrets" you found!:)
    Hope you are having a lovely day, my dearest friend!
    Love from your lil' sis in Christ,
    Grace

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  2. Dearest Bess,
    I just wanted to thank you so much for adding my grandmother to your prayer line. It means so much to me!

    Your Sister In Christ,
    Jenna

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  3. What wonderful verses! Fit to be read beneath a live oak in the sunshine and breeze. = )
    Blessings,
    Kate

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  4. I TOTALLY agree with Grace. I love these quotes :)

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