In thou’ equinox of mists and mellifluous fecundity, 
Elliptical proximity in wind-chum er’ thy mellowing sun; 
Blessed fruit o’ thee vines that encompass the thatch-grapes run; 
 
‘ine with lychees the moss'd cottage verdure, 
Plum along obliquity fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
To swell the belly and the rotund hazel shells 
 
‘er a sacchariferous bud; to set pullulating more, 
And still more, ensuing ranunculus for the yellow bees, 
Till thee thinks perspiring days will never cease, 
 
 For summertime has o'er-brimm'd their salience. 
hath of ye’ not seen thine oft amid thy quivering waters? 
Abreast it’s loft o’ caricature amber leaves.  
 
Tuft on a granary floor,  
Thy hair tinted by the flailing breeze; 
Or on a half-reap'd sorrow rabbit asleep, 
 
 Thee Drows'd with the aroma of poppies,  
while ‘Ine hook, paresthesia in solemnity swath and abridged flowers: 
And amidst like an agronomy thou dost conserve 
Steady thy white nailbeds laid ‘neath earthly splendor; 
Risqué of ‘yer, with an abbreviation~ grievance look, 
Thou watchest the accumulation last of wooden land by hours. 
Cries o’er abandoned saplings, 

Think not of demise, thou hast thy velour of such— 
While barred clouds bloom along judicature o’ day, 
And swoosh the cobblestone dressed in with rosy hue; 
Then in a wailful chirp the ground-moles mourn 
Burrowing for a while among the river swallows, borne in quench u
Or sinking as the wallowing wind torments ‘ye ears; 
 
And black sheep loudly bleat from mesa bourn; 
Hedge-crickets hop; and now with treble hollowness 
The red-breasted robins whistle from a fence upon Mary church; 
Seek o’er grassy plains gathering is the autumnal birth...