Cold Summer
Twilight is blue for seven weeks
Upon its borders, and beyond
Pure darkness splits to dagger-peaks
Of flawed and shivered diamond.
Between slim hills the atmosphere
Swims cold as wine in silver jugs;
The summers live minute and clear,
Coloured like Persian praying-rugs.
She whirls above this circumscribed
And patterned carpet, with a pair
Of tame attendant pigeons, bribed
By corn as yellow as her hair.
Upon its borders, and beyond
Pure darkness splits to dagger-peaks
Of flawed and shivered diamond.
Between slim hills the atmosphere
Swims cold as wine in silver jugs;
The summers live minute and clear,
Coloured like Persian praying-rugs.
She whirls above this circumscribed
And patterned carpet, with a pair
Of tame attendant pigeons, bribed
By corn as yellow as her hair.
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