In the Cold of Summer
After the downpour — an incessant drummer,
Flashing sky-fires and roaring rumblers —
The gentle chill of Zephyrus again rises,
And from the dark forest the genius reprises
Winged songs of old, in the cold of summer.
After the downpour — an incessant drummer,
Flashing sky-fires and roaring rumblers —
The gentle chill of Zephyrus again rises,
And from the dark forest the genius reprises
Winged songs of old, in the cold of summer.