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 its 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM BUCOLIC COMEDY: WHY by EDITH SITWELL A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU THE FINDING OF THE LYRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |