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Ballade of Midsummer Days and Nights With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise, And the winds are one with the clouds and beams— Midsummer days! midsummer days! The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze, While the west from a rapture of... Poet: William Ernest Henley	How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights — How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights — When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in — How pompous the Wind must feel Noons Stepping to incorporeal Tunes... Poet:	These are the Nights that Beetles love — These are the Nights that Beetles love — From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of the Children The merriment of men Depositing his Thunder He hoists... Poet:	To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, What must the Midnights — be! Poet:
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights — With plain inspecting face — "Did you" or "Did you not," to ask — 'Tis "Conscience" — Childhood's Nurse — With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head — ... Poet:	Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile — the Winds — To a Heart in port — Done with the Compass — Done with the Chart! ... Poet: