song for st. john's fire
now the high midsummer sun
burns the dreaming hours away,
kindles blossoms bright as flames,
flashes light from leaf and spray.
light is quivering on the moor,
air is hot with honeyed smells,
golden rivers burn and glide,
shining brooks are singing spells.
butterflies like flowers a-wing,
tremble as they drink the light,
golden pollen fills the sky,
downy seeds soar out of sight.
when the traveller sun goes home,
and stars come slowly overhead,
ling'ring lustres track him round
till the flush of dawn is red.
earth and man, have you no fire
to greet these heaven-kindled hours?
earth has fire, and hearts have fire --
light the flame among the flowers!
by alfred cecil harwood
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