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Out of the poignant glare, the shadeless heat / Of summer noon, beseech thee follow me / Into the dim, dream-haunted secrecy / The cool, green glooms, the grottoed deep retreat, / Of yon old wood; down aisles of lichened trees-- / Grey Merlins clasped by lissom Viviens / Of clinging vine--to cloistered sylvan glens, / Where Nature weaves her fairest mysteries.
Here let us rest a little--find surcease / For feet grown weary of the thridded street / That echoes ever to the ceaseless beat / Of human tread;--a brief while know the ease / Of dreamful rest, to slumb'rous languors stilled / On Orient rugs of dappled mosses spread / In nooks where blossom, purple, white and red, / The flowers Summer's lavish hands have spilled.