. Lyrics from a library . For some, about the honeyed heart of June,To drift and dream, amid the golden shine,Down placid waters, is the dearest boon;For some, what time the skies incarnadine,To list the thunder of the ancient brineThat swirls, as though twere chaff, the stoutestprow;For me, line marrying with jeweled line,A book of verses underneath the bough! For some the light of the enamored moon, Flooding the sky as with ethereal wine,The while impassioned night-birds trill in tune, And Love plucks lilies for the votive shrine! For some the prospect, distant and divine,Billowing below a m
. Lyrics from a library . For some, about the honeyed heart of June,To drift and dream, amid the golden shine,Down placid waters, is the dearest boon;For some, what time the skies incarnadine,To list the thunder of the ancient brineThat swirls, as though twere chaff, the stoutestprow;For me, line marrying with jeweled line,A book of verses underneath the bough! For some the light of the enamored moon, Flooding the sky as with ethereal wine,The while impassioned night-birds trill in tune, And Love plucks lilies for the votive shrine! For some the prospect, distant and divine,Billowing below a mighty mountains brow;— For me, serene, sequestered, and supine,A book of verses underneath the bough! For some the mellow and mysterious croonOf the warm south, at twilight faint and fine; For some the garden, with its radiant rune,—The violet, the pink, the eglantine; 23. For some such ruins as the Rhone and Rhine With a vague charm of legendry endow;For me, who reverence the wreathed Nine,A hook of verses underneath the bough! Whose verses? Thine, 0 Poet of the Vine,Omar, high honored, both of yore and now! How sweet to read until the days declineThy book of verses underneath the bough!
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