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122 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 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!
 
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122 A something in a summer's day

A '' I don't know what'' in a summer's day,
as its flambeaux slowly burn away
Solemnizes me/ gives me solemnity.
A '' little something'' in a summer's noon -
either a depth, an azure or a perfume
Transcend/ go beyond/ ecstasy.
And still, within a summer's night,
I clap my hands to see
a something so moving, so bright !
 
Then a veil comes over my too curious face
for fear such a subtle shimmering grace
should flutter too far for me to follow it.
The wizard fingers never rest
The purple brook within my breast
still feels constrained in its narrow bed.
 
The East still hoists its amber flag
and the sun still guides along the jutting rock
its parade of red.
 
As I look on this show ,
both night and morn
conclude this gay marvel
and I meet, walking through the dew,
another summer's day.
 
Коментари
Don JuanDon Juan
   четвъртък, 13/10/2022 - 14:13

Didn't you mean to select the 'rhyming' tag instead of 'commented'?

Hubert ClolusHubert Clolus
   четвъртък, 13/10/2022 - 15:52

No, cause it is a commentary in modern English on that poem to turn it understandable