O, how vast open skies of summer gleam
Pure azure deep the cosmos open wide,
And in majestic endlessness doth seem
Such clarity as stars in heav’n hath cried.
Mantle of turquoise mist o’er flawless seas
Vision wide, chaste in her gloried vestry;
Whose pulse radiates soft serenities
Upon the frothy whispering gentry.
Midsummer crowns as fairest dignity,
Peering into the incandescent sky
To see thy dreams beyond infinity,
And ask the sacred oracle on high;
What fortune’s voice or portend prophesy,
That souls, in the world of souls, purify.