Midsummer Noon Poem by Annie Adams Fields
Midsummer Noon
CONFIDENT Summer!
Thou art here, thou radiant comer;
The sumach and bayberry,
Soft sighing of the sea,
The ever-climbing sun,
The pausing of high noon
When early birds have done --
I know them all! I rest
Upon thy dew-fed breast.
The squirrel questions me,
The oak his acorn drops,
Wild-apple boughs bend over me,
Nor ever stops
The sighing, endless sighing of the sea.
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