Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Finis

An idle rhyme of the summer time, 
Sweet, and solemn, and tender; 
Fair with the haze of the moon’s pale rays, 
Bright with the sunset’s splendour.

Summer and beauty over the lands -
Careless hours of pleasure; 
A meeting of eyes and a touching of hands -
A change in the floating measure.

A deeper hue in the skies of blue, 
Winds from the tropics blowing; 
A softer grace in the fair moons face, 
And the summer going, going.

The leaves drift down, the green grows brown, 
And tears with smiles are blended; 
A twilight hour and a treasured flower, -
And now the poem is ended.

1. Be Not Attached
2. Behold the Earth
3. The Birth of the Orchid
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

Alexander Anderson Finis ("The swart smoke geni with his heart aglow")

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