Here you will find the Poem Summer of poet Samuel Johnson
O Phoebus! down the western sky, Far hence diffuse thy burning ray, Thy light to distant worlds supply, And wake them to the cares of day. Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care, Come, Cynthia, lovely queen of night! Refresh me with a cooling breeze, And cheer me with a lambent light. Lay me, where o'er the verdant ground Her living carpet Nature spreads; Where the green bower with roses crown'd, In showers its fragrant foliage spreads. Improve the peaceful hour with wine, Let music die along the grove; Around the bowl let myrtles twine, And every strain be tuned to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my heart! Come, born to fill its vast desires! Thy looks perpetual joy impart, Thy voice perpetual love inspires. Whilst all my wish and thine complete, By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sights repeat, Our murmurs - murmuring brooks return. Let me when Nature calls to rest, And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast, And bid the waking world farewell.
