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A something in a summers Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summers noon -- A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume -- Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summers night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see -- Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace Flutter too far for me -- The wizard fingers never rest -- The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed -- Still rears the East her amber Flag -- Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red -- So looking on -- the night -- the morn Conclude the wonder gay -- And I meet, coming thro the dews Another summers Day! | 
