A something in a summers Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away

Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summers noon --

A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume --

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summers 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 summers Day!