And an oily smoke that rolls through the trees/ compiled by
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glossary of poetry terms. Read biographies of notable poets. The
summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only
live and die. And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and
antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer
eves by haunted stream. —John Milton (1608–1674) L'Allegro
(1631) Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the Stooks
arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behavior Of
silk-sack clouds! Has wilder, willful-waiver Meal-drift molded
ever and melted across skies? —Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)
No. 38, "Hurrahing in Harvest," Poems (1918) Go down to Kew in
lilac time (it isn't far from London!) And you shall wander hand
in hand with Love in summer's wonderland. —Alfred Noyes
(1880–1958) "The Barrel-Organ," Poems (1904) Shall I compare
thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the