O gentle, gentle summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
The drooping lily pine in vain
To feel that dewy touch of thine, -
To drink thy freshness once again,
O gentle, gentle summer rain!
In heat the landscape quivering lies;
The cattle pant beneath the tree;
Through parching air and purple skies
The earth looks up, in vain, for thee;
For thee - for thee, it looks in vain
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
Come thou, and brim the meadow streams,
And soften all the hills with mist,
O falling dew! from burning dreams
By thee shall herb and flower be kissed,
And Earth shall bless thee yet again,
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
William Cox Bennett
I wonder if the poets that you honour
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immortal teachers of life ?
Let me take the time to thank you
on their behalf.
May their thoughts and creations grace these pages
evermore...
What a wonderful blessing this is right now...while I wait for the rains to come to my part of Mother Earth.
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xoxoxo
Beautiful. I'll use this next year in my summer rituals. Thankyou.
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