Lionel Pigot Johnson

(1867-1902 / England)

July - Poem by Lionel Pigot Johnson

To More Adey

SUMMER lightning, and rich rain:
Roses perfume the hot air.
All the breathless night is faint,
All the flowery night is fair.
Philomel her joy or plaint
Sings, and sings, and sings again.

What comes now? The earth awaits
What fierce wonder from the skies?
Thunder, trampling through the night?
Morning, with illustrious eyes?
Morning, from the springs of light:
Thunder, round Heaven's opening gates.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 14, 2010



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