Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

THE MONTH OF RIPENESS


 

THOU languid August noon,
    When all the slopes are sunny;
When with jocund dreamy tune,
    The bees are in the honey;
When with purple flowers
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    Aflaming in the sun,
The drowsy hours
    Thread one by one
        The golden pleasaunces.

Then is the heart’s musing-time;—

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    Then, of all the seasons
Old Earth, for inward rhyme,
    Is full of golden reasons; —
Then the ripening gourd,
    The sun-kissed garden wall,
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The purpling hoard,
    The flocks that call
        Adown the distances.

Forego the saddening tear,
    Thou month without alloy;

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To younger seasons of the year
    Resign the flag of joy.
But thou, be what thou art,
    Full brooding to the brim
Of dreams apart
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    And purlieus dim
        Of leafy silences.