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Summer Bound I lie with Summer's King, open arms embracing mellow air to tickle senses of the skin take today's long shadows, push them short with sweeter breezes until they herald dawn's brimming birdsong. unbraid my lover's tresses, all that is tangled, green, and growing and spread it as a mantle over fertile earth nestle close, and closer until Summer's breath, and breadth, and I are one in sun's surrendered youth. © Crane 2002 |