Eternal Summer
Summer………
Ah, what music north.
Lay out on summer at last.
Pipe the first faint break of cloud and air.
Pipe the heated rotten,
the over sweetened bloom.
Pipe the soothing heat in summer’s name.
Lay out on summer’s depth,
bass along the wetted spine….
How fancy o’erspills its frame outward
And every drowsy glance is eternity.
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