Poems (Jordan)/Midsummer
For works with similar titles, see Midsummer.
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.