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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Midsummer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HERE! sweep these foolish leaves away,<br>I will not crush my brains to-day!<br>Look! are the southern curtains drawn?<br>Fetch me a fan, and so begone!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not that,--the palm-tree's rustling leaf<br>Brought from a parching coral-reef<br>Its breath is heated;--I would swing<br>The broad gray plumes,--the eagle's wing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hate these roses' feverish blood!<br>Pluck me a half-blown lily-bud,<br>A long-stemmed lily from the lake,<br>Cold as a coiling water-snake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rain me sweet odors on the air,<br>And wheel me up my Indian chair,<br>And spread some book not overwise<br>Flat out before my sleepy eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who knows it not,--this dead recoil<br>Of weary fibres stretched with toil,--<br>The pulse that flutters faint and low<br>When Summer's seething breezes blow!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Nature! bare thy loving breast,<br>And give thy child one hour of rest,--<br>One little hour to lie unseen<br>Beneath thy scarf of leafy green!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=472479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, curtained by a singing pine,<br>Its murmuring voice shall blend with mine,<br>Till, lost in dreams, my faltering lay<br>In sweeter music dies away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a></strong></div>

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