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HOT days like this will wound or bless, At home as in the wilderness. The wind, with burning feet, Lingers along the wheat;
Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Poems of Philip Henry Savage / Philip Henry Savage [electronic text]
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- Savage, Philip Henry, 1868-1899
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- Boston: Small, Maynard, and Company
- 1900
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The honeysuckle droops; The scarlet poppy stoops, And on the garden-bed Lays down her silken head.
So in the mountain walk Of untrod Moosilauke The purple orchis turns Black, and the cornel burns. Through the dead banks of haze The tongues of heaven blaze; And life draws down from flower and shoot, To lie in secret at the root.