o’connell house
grass patio
Summer ends now;
now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
Around; up above, what wind-walks!
What lovely behavior
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever
and melted across skies?
I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean
our Saviour;
And, eyes, heart, what looks,
what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer,
of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills
are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic- as a stallion stalwart,
very-violet-sweet!
These things, these things were here
and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him,
O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.