Daily Poem: In July ~ Edward Dowden

July 12, 2017 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | No Comments

In July
~ Edward Dowden

Why do I make no poems? Good my friend

Now is there silence through the summer woods,

In whose green depths and lawny solitudes

The light is dreaming; voicings clear ascend

Now from no hollow where glad rivulets wend,

But murmurings low of inarticulate moods,

Softer than stir of unfledged cushat broods,

Breathe, till o’er drowsed the heavy flower-heads bend.

Now sleep the crystal and heart-charmed waves

Round white, sunstricken rocks the noontide long,

Or ‘mid the coolness of dim lighted caves

Sway in a trance of vague deliciousness;

And I,–I am too deep in joy’s excess

For the imperfect impulse of a song.

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