Songs of the Last Summer
Fionn doth sings:A glory on the chamber wall!
A glory in the rain!
Triumphant floods of glory fall
On heath, and wold, and plain.
The world lays still in helpless bliss;
With sound of Summer shore;
Forget that days come after this
Forget the days before.
In Blue above, a flickering fire
Of gladness, as it runs;
The flares will laugh, and leap and spire,
The twinkling of the Sun.
But hark! low, in the world within,
One sad harmoniai drone:
'Ah! shall we ever, ever win
A summer of our own?'
A morn of winds and creaking trees-
Earth's jubilance rushing out!
The insects purring in the reeds;
The waters heave about.
The clouds doth sweep across the sky,
Their shadows o'er the graves;
Purpling the green, they float and fly
Athwart the sunny waves.
The long grass an' earth-rooted sea
Mimic the watery strife.
To boat or horse? Wild motions we
Shall find in harmonious life.
But where to? Swing and sweep and bend
Suffice for Nature's part;
But motion to an endless end
Is needful for our heart.
The morn awakens like brooding doves,
With outspread wings of gray;
Her feathery clouds close in above,
And roof a sober day.
Be still now, in the deeps of air!
No trembling in the leaves!
A still contentment everywhere,
That shakes internally!
A film of sheeted silver white
Shuts in the ocean blue;
White-winged feluccas cleave their way
In paths of gorgeous hue.
Dream on, dream on, O dreamy day,
Thy very clouds are dreams!
Yon child is dreaming far away --
He is not where he seems.
The lark is up, his faith is strong,
He mounts the morning air;
Lone voice of all the creature throng,
He sings the morning prayer.
Slow clouds from north and south appear,
Black-based, with shining slope;
In sullen forms their might they rear,
And climb the vaulted cope.
A lightning flash, a thunder boom! --
Nor sun nor clouds are there;
A single, all-pervading gloom
Hangs in the heavy air.
A weeping, wasting afternoon
Weighs down the aspiring corn;
Amber and red, the sunset soon
Leads back to golden morn.