“The children whom thou wilt not feed.”
XLIX.—SUMMER.
1. Approved by works of love and might,
The Year, consummated and crowned,
Has scaled the zenith’s purple height,
And flings his robe the earth around.
2. Impassioned stillness—fervors calm—
Brood, vast and bright, o’er land and deep:
The warrior sleeps beneath the palm;
The dark-eyed captive guards his sleep.