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Dream thou then, and bind thy brow
Where the Muse hath mix'd it up;
The "dance, and song, and sun-burnt mirth,"
With the warm nectar of the earth:
Drink! 'twill glow in every vein,
And thou shalt dream the winter through :
Then waken to the sun again,
And find thy Summer Vision true!
A LAKE and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear,——
From the dragons that watch us here!
Thy gown should be snow-white silk,
Red rubies should deck thy hands,
Where are the songs of Summer?
Till shade and silence waken up as one,
And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth.
With the sun,
Where are the merry birds?
On panting wings through the inclement skies,
Lest owls should prey
Undazzled at noon-day,
And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes.
Where are the blooms of Summer? - In the west,
To a most gloomy breast.
Where is the pride of Summer, the green prime,
In the smooth holly's green eternity.
The squirrel gloats on his accomplish'd hoard,
The ants have brimm'd their garners with ripe grain,
And honey bees have stor'd
The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,
And sighs her tearful spells
Amongst the sunless shadows of the plain.
Upon a mossy stone,
She sits and reckons up the dead and gone
O go and sit with her, and be o'ershaded
To make her bower, and enough of gloom;