Summer-Garden New Poems (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Summer-Garden: New Poems The Summer-Garden King's gold, Mayor's gold, None like her hair's gold; Lo, how she flares gold Where the dance wheels; While its wise interlaces, Borne through chimed interspaces, Lisp the light commonplaces, All the heart feels. Red the pine splinter-torches Shine in the black winter-porches; How now the flame tinder-scorches All the heart knows! Red run the tillages From the morn's pillages; Wolves in the villages How I through the snows. Each round directing her, Steadying, her dance-companion, All-unsuspecting her, Swells with wild pride; Not the one dreaming her, Scanning each fed feature, Naught save a dead creature, None to call bride; About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.