TOURING

God of Summer—I have seen

World on world of summer green—

Summer earth and summer sky,

Fields of summer turning by;

Hills beyond us fall away,

Tumbled slopes in disarray,

Fold and melt into a plain:

Fire and gold of summer grain.

Orchards curving on a hill,

Heavy-fruited, green and still,

Heave a shoulder to the sky,

Bend and bow and hurry by;

Fields of clover burn and pass,

Cattle knee-deep in the grass

Lift a lazy head and look

Pictures in a picture-book....

Corn in swift, revolving rows,

Dripping sunlight where it goes,

Wheels and glitters and returns:

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