For the flagging winds, pushing out
Long strides of sky, sultry
Rare cushions of phlox, and
Tufted perfumery.
Summer pilgrims, the dusts, the heats
In what blows, for scraping
The inhospitably ranged, of
Climber's defeats shaping.
Add to that a tedium of
Bird-complaint; bell's grinding!
Unescaped from, o'er each
Sunk for thirst's reminding.
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