Farther in summer than the birds,
\nPathetic from the grass,
\nA minor nation celebrates
\nIts unobtrusive mass.<\/p>\n
No ordinance is seen,
\nSo gradual the grace,
\nA pensive custom it becomes,
\nEnlarging loneliness.<\/p>\n
Antiquest felt at noon
\nWhen August, burning low,
\nCalls forth this spectral canticle,
\nRepose to typify.<\/p>\n
Remit as yet no grace,
\nNo furrow on the glow,
\nYet a druidic difference
\nEnhances nature now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"