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A July Evening

A July Evening

 

As quiet steals upon the hill,

And daily clamours from you fly,

Of gentle twilight seek your fill,

And round you wrap a warm July.

 

Where in the meadows hares at sport,

Snatch at a sound and then are gone,

When all your troubles come to naught,

As natures many blend to one.

 

Where streams reflect the evening star,

And hold its light when all is still,

Should nothing hurt and nothing jar,

And nothing stay creations will.

 

When blue black night caresses all,

And scented air fills every glade,

Who can resist the ancient call,

Of which a summer night is made.

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 11th Jul 2013 21:51


Perfect.

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John Coopey

Wed 10th Jul 2013 22:32

"blue black night" yes, indeed, Ian.
It's about time you wrote something the rest of us could match!

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Dave Bradley

Wed 10th Jul 2013 06:47

Shirley and Ian W say it for me. Good one, Ian.

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Ian Whiteley

Tue 9th Jul 2013 22:58

Liked this a lot Ian - reminds me of that last walk in the dusk on holiday - and it radiates a stillness and heat of itself. Good stuff

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Shirley Smothers

Tue 9th Jul 2013 16:46

Ian, this is a very lovely poem. Makes me want night to hurry. It's the only time of day I can relax outside. It's so very hot here.
Nice poem and nice read.

Shirley

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