Summer Sunday

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Title:     Summer Sunday
Author: Max Eastman [More Titles by Eastman]

Borne on the low lake wind there floats to me,
Out of the distant hill, a sigh of bells,
Mystic, worshipful, almost unheard,
As though the past should answer me, and I
In pagan solitude bow down my head.

[The end]
Max Eastman's poem: Summer Sunday

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