Heady with scented freshness
By a drowsily flowing river
On a sun-skimmed summer day –
And still the drunk wine pours out,
Dewy with the fevered notes
From a hot, unquenched breeze,
Slow-meandering in its languid state,
Unhurried from the lazy afternoon glide,
Spent with the somnolent embrace
Of a swaying hammock,
Where time is suspended.
By Bill Grimke-Drayton
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