IN SUMMER DEEPS
Throughsunny spaces overheadA gray hawk’s lazy pinions spread,And poppies open wide and redWhere golden harvests grew.In rosy wreaths upon the swalesAnd fallow fields the bindweed trails,And late-sown buckwheat swiftly palesTo blossoming anew.The pond within the pasture landReflects the cattle as they standIn depths of dipping sedges andOf tangled meadow-rue.In silver splashes through the green,Fine, filmy spider-webs are seen,And crumpled cockle-flowers betweenAre rifts of tender blue.On stately stalks of standing cornA wealth of cresting plumes are borne,And tawny tasseled tufts adornThe ripened barley, too.So, steeping nature far and wide,Deep sweeps the flood of summer-tide,Till all things that therein abideAre richly tinctured through.
Throughsunny spaces overheadA gray hawk’s lazy pinions spread,And poppies open wide and redWhere golden harvests grew.In rosy wreaths upon the swalesAnd fallow fields the bindweed trails,And late-sown buckwheat swiftly palesTo blossoming anew.The pond within the pasture landReflects the cattle as they standIn depths of dipping sedges andOf tangled meadow-rue.In silver splashes through the green,Fine, filmy spider-webs are seen,And crumpled cockle-flowers betweenAre rifts of tender blue.On stately stalks of standing cornA wealth of cresting plumes are borne,And tawny tasseled tufts adornThe ripened barley, too.So, steeping nature far and wide,Deep sweeps the flood of summer-tide,Till all things that therein abideAre richly tinctured through.
Throughsunny spaces overheadA gray hawk’s lazy pinions spread,And poppies open wide and redWhere golden harvests grew.
Throughsunny spaces overhead
A gray hawk’s lazy pinions spread,
And poppies open wide and red
Where golden harvests grew.
In rosy wreaths upon the swalesAnd fallow fields the bindweed trails,And late-sown buckwheat swiftly palesTo blossoming anew.
In rosy wreaths upon the swales
And fallow fields the bindweed trails,
And late-sown buckwheat swiftly pales
To blossoming anew.
The pond within the pasture landReflects the cattle as they standIn depths of dipping sedges andOf tangled meadow-rue.
The pond within the pasture land
Reflects the cattle as they stand
In depths of dipping sedges and
Of tangled meadow-rue.
In silver splashes through the green,Fine, filmy spider-webs are seen,And crumpled cockle-flowers betweenAre rifts of tender blue.
In silver splashes through the green,
Fine, filmy spider-webs are seen,
And crumpled cockle-flowers between
Are rifts of tender blue.
On stately stalks of standing cornA wealth of cresting plumes are borne,And tawny tasseled tufts adornThe ripened barley, too.
On stately stalks of standing corn
A wealth of cresting plumes are borne,
And tawny tasseled tufts adorn
The ripened barley, too.
So, steeping nature far and wide,Deep sweeps the flood of summer-tide,Till all things that therein abideAre richly tinctured through.
So, steeping nature far and wide,
Deep sweeps the flood of summer-tide,
Till all things that therein abide
Are richly tinctured through.