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BALLADE MADE IN THE HOT WEATHER by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY

Poet Analysis

First Line: FOUNTAINS THAT FRISK AND SPRINKLE
Last Line: TO LIVE, I THINK OF THESE!
Subject(s): SUMMER;

Fountains that frisk and sprinkle
The moss they overspill;
Pools that the breezes crinkle;
The wheel beside the mill,
With its wet, weedy frill;
Wind-shadows in the wheat;
A water-cart in the street;
The fringe of foam that girds
An islet's ferneries;
A green sky's minor thirds --
To live, I think of these!

Of life and glass the tinkle,
Pellucid, silver-shrill;
Peaches without a wrinkle;
Cherries and snow at will,
From china bowls that fill
The senses with a sweet
Incurious of heat;
A melon's dripping sherds;
Cream-clotted strawberries;
Dusk dairies set with curds --
To live, I think of these!

Vale-lily and periwinkle;
Wet stone-crop on the sill;
The look of leaves a-twinkle
With windlets clear and still;
The feel of a forest rill
That wimples fresh and fleet
About one's naked feet;
The muzzles of shrinking herds;
Lush flags and bulrushes;
The chirp of rain-bound birds --
To live, I think of these!

Envoy

Dark isles, new packs of cards,
Mermaids' tails, cool swards,
Dawn dews and starlit seas,
White marbles, whiter words --
To live, I think of these!



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