Clothed in languor and nothingness 
Lie, and feel the summer press 
Her molten seal of hot bright gold 
On cheek, on flank; lie still and hold 
Hills at arm's length, and watch the sky 
Like an ethereal sea reel by; 
Watch the boughs' rich plumage turn 
To solitary greens that burn; 
Shrink human nerves to comprehend 
How tentative antennae bend; 
Stretch human powers to converse 
With ghosts of giants, who rehearse 
An unearthly drama there 
On the blue platform of the air. 
So dissolve into the mood 
Of slow, sun-fired, sun-soothed blood 
That the huge earth and the heart 
Move without stop as without start 
In one firm rhythm — being, be 
Apprenticed to felicity.