Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder,
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?
I walk,
I lift up,
I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And eyes, heart, what looks, what lips yet give you a Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding
Majestic - as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! -These things, these things were here and but the
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and
And hurls for him,
O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.
