  Beneath the lime trees in the garden High above the town, The scent of whose suspended bloom Entranced the air with warm perfume I stood, and watched the river flowing, Flowing smooth and brown. The heat of all the summer sunshine Centred in the skies, Beneath its spell the city's towers Grew dreamy, and the climbing flowers Upon the balconies hung limply Down, with closing eyes. Some drowsy pigeons cooed together On the nearer eaves, Gnats danced, and one big foolish bee Grown honey-drunk, bumped into me, And ere he buzzed a lazy protest Fell amid the leaves. A bell began to chime, I watched it Swinging to and fro, It made a solemn, pious sound, While flippant swallows, darting round To peer within the ancient belfrey Soared now high, now low. Time passed, and still I stayed to ponder Through the afternoon, Within my brain the golden haze Wrought magic musings, and my gaze Bent inward could behold no image Save the form of June. |
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