Great August, lord of golden lands,
Whose lordly joy through seas and strands
And all the red-ripe heart of earth
Strikes passion deep as life, and stills
The folded vales and folding hills
With gladness too divine for mirth,
The gracious glories of thine eyes
Make night a noon where darkness dies.
A Year's Carols: 08 - August
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Poem topics: august, heart, joy, life, night, passion, red, earth, deep, great, divine, golden, gracious, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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