The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-04-21
A Visioi, of Summer.

"A VISOR oil summer.
! Twas a marvellous vision of Summer.-
That morning the dawn was late,
And came, like long dream-rdden guest,
Through the gold of the Eastern gate.
Languid it came, and hating
AS one that yawned, half reused,
With lifted arms and iudolenT Ids.
And eyes that drowsed and drowsed.
A glimmering haze hung over
The face of the smiling air;
And the green of the trees, and the blue of the
leas
And the skies cleaned everywhere.
Emeralds of dew on the grasses;
The rose with rubies set
On the lily, diamonds; and amethysts
Pale on the violet.
There were the pinks of the fuchsias,
And the peony's crimson hue,
The lavender of the hollyhocks,
And the morning-glory's blue:
The pallOr Of the pausy bloom,
And the passionate flush of tho face
OF the velvet-rose; and the thick perfume
OF the locust every place.
The air and the sun and the shadows
We're welded and made as one;
And the winds ran over the meadows
As little children rum
And the winds poured over the meadows
Aud along the willowy way
The river ran, with its rippes shod
With the sunshine of the day
o, the winds flowed over the meadows
In tide Of eddies and calms,
Aud the barred brow felt the touch of it
AS sweetheart's tender palms.
And the lark went palpitat,ng
Up through the glorious skies,
His sony spilled down from the blue profound
AS u song from Paradise.
And here was the lettering current
Stayed by drift of sedge
And sodden logs-scummed thick with the gold
OF the pollen from edge TO edge
The catbird piped in the hazel,
And the harsh kingfsher screamed.
And the crane, in amber and oozy swiris
DoZed in the reeds and dreamed
And in through the tumbled drftage,
And the tangled roots below,
The waters warbled and gurgled and lisped
Like the lips of long ago.
And the senses caught, through the music
Wrinkles Of dabbhug feet,
And glimpses OF faces in eoverts green,
And voices faint and sweet.
And back from the lands enchanted
Where my earliest mirth was born,
The trill of laugh was blown to Inc
Like the blare Of an eltin horn.
Again romped through the clover;
And again lay supIne
On grassy swardS, where the skies like eyes,
Looked lovingly back in mine.
And anon DER my vision flOated
Misty Elusive things.
Trailing strands of the gOssamer
On heavenward wandernss.
Figures that vecred and wavered,
Luring the sight, and then,
CHANGING away into nothIngness,
And blinked into shape again.
From out far depths OF the forest,
Ineffably sad and lOrn,
Like the yearning cry of a lOng-lost love
The moan of the dove was borne.
And through lush glooms of the thieket
The flash Of the redbird's wings
On branches of star white blooms that shoe
And thrilled with his tNitteri rings
Through messy and whey vstas.
Soaked ever with deepest shade,
Dmly the dun owl stared and stared
From his bosky ambuscade.
And up through the rifted treetops,
That signaled the way ward breeze,
I saw the hulk of the hawk becalmed
Far out ON the azure seas.
Then sudden an awe fell on me,
As the hush of the golden day
Rounded to noon, as IA May to June,
That lover has dreamed away.
And heard, in the breathess silence,
And the fun glad light of the sun.
The tinlsle and drip of timorous shower
Ceasing as 1t begun.
And my thoughts, like the leaves and grasses.
In a rapture of joy and pain,
Seemed foudled and petted and beat upon
With Il tremulouS patter of rain