American Romanticism

Midsummer, was it, when They died --

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Midsummer, was it, when They died --

A full, and perfect time --

The Summer closed upon itself

In Consummated Bloom --


The Corn, her furthest kernel filled

Before the coming Flail --

When These -- leaned unto Perfectness --

Through Haze of Burial --