MIDSUMMER
The ocean as Earth's lolling tongue,
Moistens the lips of either shore,
Which, parched, and crack'd—as feverstung—
Mutters the same words, o'er and o'er.
Moistens the lips of either shore,
Which, parched, and crack'd—as feverstung—
Mutters the same words, o'er and o'er.
Above her flow'ry coverlet
The Sun a tireless vigil keeps,
Mourning, with deep, dry-eyed regret,
That, stealthily, Death toward her creeps.
The Sun a tireless vigil keeps,
Mourning, with deep, dry-eyed regret,
That, stealthily, Death toward her creeps.
AT TWILIGHT
The Day's dying breath dimmed the panes of light;
His cheeks flushed and paled as Death closer drew,
'Till, with a long gasp, in the arms of Night
He gently expired, and was borne from view.
His cheeks flushed and paled as Death closer drew,
'Till, with a long gasp, in the arms of Night
He gently expired, and was borne from view.
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