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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Sonnets. I. Summer Is Come. 1. “Summer is come”

Josiah Conder (1789–1855)

From “Summer in Four Sonnets”

SUMMER is come; he with the eye of flame

And lordly brow, whence, in his angry mood,

Flash the blue lightnings: he is come to claim

His bride, the gentle Spring, whom late he woo’d

With softest airs. See how his fervid breath

Has call’d the roses up on her chaste cheek!

And now to him the sceptre she with meek

And tender smile resigns. Her woodland wreath

Is faded, but the garden’s gay parterre

Is rich with gorgeous hues; and glorious things

Haunt the cool stream, and flutter in the air,

Resplendent forms: the flowers have taken wings.

They do not die—there’s nothing in creation

That dies; succession all and wondrous transmigration.