Full blue-eyed Summer, stately coming on,
With shouting harvests stood the hills upon;
The breath of wasting juices did inhale,
With bloomy cotton whitened in the vale,
Spread out the ripened cane along the steep
And waving rice fields in the swamp did reap.


Not a Man and yet a Man (1877)

Albery Allson Whitman Quotes

Full blue-eyed Summer, stately coming on, With shouting harvests stood the hills upon; The breath of wasting juices did inhale, With bloomy cotton...

Full blue-eyed Summer, stately coming on, With shouting harvests stood the hills upon; The breath of wasting juices did inhale, With bloomy cotton...

Full blue-eyed Summer, stately coming on, With shouting harvests stood the hills upon; The breath of wasting juices did inhale, With bloomy cotton...

Full blue-eyed Summer, stately coming on, With shouting harvests stood the hills upon; The breath of wasting juices did inhale, With bloomy cotton...