Where have the summer’s beauties flown?
Afar on swallows’ purple wings;
With blackbirds’ iridescent throats,
And with the thrushes’ perfect notes
Of rapture into music grown;
With blue the indigo bunting brings,
A sapphire set with emerald leaves,
And finch-gold that June interweaves
With silver from the kingbird’s breast
And studs with pearls of many a nest.