* Thanks, A better and more reliable link... http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/15079In its color, shade and shine,
'T was a summer warm as wine,
With an effervescent flavoring of flowered bough and vine,
And a fragrance and a taste
Of ripe roses gone to waste,
And a dreamy sense of sun- and moon- and star-light interlaced.
'Twas a summer such as broods
O'er enchanted solitudes,
Where the hand of Fancy leads us through voluptuary moods,
And with lavish love out-pours
All the wealth of out-of-doors,
And woos our feet o'er velvet paths and honeysuckle floors.
'Twas a summertime long dead, -
And its roses, white and red,
And its reeds and water-lilies down along the river-bed, -
O they all are ghostly things -
For the ripple never sings,
And the rocking lily never even rustles as it rings!
Green Fields and Running Brooks, and Other Poems by James Whitcomb Riley