18-06-17

To Summer (William Blake)

 

Dolce far niente

 

 
Summer Landscape II door William Brymner, 1910

 

 

To Summer

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy goldent tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.

Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.

 

 

 
William Blake (28 november 1757 – 12 augustus 1827)
Londen. William Blake werd in Londen geboren.

 

 

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 18e juni ook mijn blog van 18 juni 2016 deel 1 en eveneens deel 2.

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