Poems (Jordan)/A Summer Noon
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A SUMMER NOON
With sharp and shining blade, the King of Day
Stood whittling shadows o'er Earth's em'rald wall;
Just where they fell the sable shavings lay,
'Till some soft breeze brushed by and stirred them all!
Stood whittling shadows o'er Earth's em'rald wall;
Just where they fell the sable shavings lay,
'Till some soft breeze brushed by and stirred them all!