Written by Gemini AI
The sun has climbed the ancient fell, To wake the valley from its sleep;
Within the silent, leafy dell, The morning shadows linger deep.
The skylark mounts on trembling wing, To lose itself in boundless blue;
No longer does the winter cling, To blades of grass and beads of dew.
The hedgerows now are tangled thick, With bryony and eglantine;
Where golden sparks of sunlight flick, And ivy tendrils softly twine.
Beside the brook that babbles low, The yellow iris proudly stands;
Where cooling waters gently flow, Through mossy rocks and pebbled sands.
I sit beneath the gnarled oak, A hermit in a world of green;
Far from the city’s heavy smoke, Content to watch the world unseen.
The honey-bee with heavy thigh, Now wanders through the clover sweet;
While summer clouds go drifting by, Above the fields of ripening wheat.
A presence breathes in every leaf, A spirit haunts the quiet air;
That offers to the heart relief, From every burden, every care.
The cattle graze in pastures wide, Or seek the shadow of the wall;
While on the sunny mountain side, The distant shepherds faintly call.
The pulse of life, so calm and slow, Is felt within the beating breast;
Till all the things we see and know, Are part of one eternal rest.
And when the winter winds shall blow, And shroud the fells in drifted white;
This summer day shall inward glow, To fill my soul with holy light.
Finis
The Lake District • Summer Solstice
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