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 sunset rights,
  Faint stars their exquisite lamps upraise—
    Midsummer nights! O...