Bland air and leagues of immemorial blue, No subtlest hint of whitening rime or cold, A revel of rich colors, hue on hue, From radiant crimson to softest shades of gold, The vagueness in the undulant hill line, The flutter of a bird's south-soaring wing, Aeolian harmonies in the pine, And glad brook laughter like mirth of spring, A sense of gracious calm afar and near, And yet a something wanting here, One fine ray for consummation, Ah, love, were you but here, Then were the day indeed a perfect day.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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