A Windy Day in Summer

The vex'd elm-heads are pale with the view

Of a mastering heaven utterly blue;

Swoll'n is the wind that in argent billows

Rolls across the labouring willows;

The chestnut-fans are loosely flirting,

And bared is the aspen's silky skirting;

The sapphire pools are smit with white

And silver-shot with gusty light;

While the breeze by rank and measure

Paves the clouds on the swept azure.

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