...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel, to set budding more, And still...never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.108 The lines are extraordinarily satisfying. They are so tactile, so heavy, so luxurious in...

...later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still...cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells . . . A poem on winter: Elizabeth Daryush 'November Sun' His face is pale and shrunk, his shining hair...

...later flowers for the bees, Until theythinkwarm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Oron a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the...

...budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, II For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease. For summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. II Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind: Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...maleriske trader igennem i strofe 2, hvor digteren henvender sig til efterâret som en Personifikation: »Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?/ Sometimes...Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;/ Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep« (v.i216). Forholdet mellem det tiltalte 'du', og det sted, der tales...