In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers
Pours out far away an intoxicating scent;
Eyes shut, ears half open to noises,
We only half sleep in a transparent slumber.
The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter;
A hazy half-day colours the eternal dome;
And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour
Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.
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Perfect poem for the change of season. Love reading this out loud.
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In this line: 'The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter;' I feel the author should have written the ending as 'the shade seems moer pleasant' - 'pleasanter' just doesn't sound right whether a word or not.
In this line: 'A hazy half-day coulours the eternal dome;' I believe that 'coulours' is 'colours'
In this line: 'Seems to wander all night at the botom of the sky.' tho I may believe the author wrote it but 'botom' is 'bottom'.
It is a simple piece. It is endearing I feel to the night and nature individually.
A lovely piece the author wrote.
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I love this, this would be a perfect poem to watch the sun come up over my lake while drinking a cup of cocoa and having my little child in my arms.
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OH, how lovely is the morning. This is a beautiful write of the morning waiting patiently to dawn. Gorgeoous piece.
Sam
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