By An Inland Lake By William Stanley Braithwaite

Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
Steal o’er the lake’s warm breast,
And the ancient silence follows
The burning sun to rest.
The calm of a thousand summers,
And dreams of countless Junes,
Return when the lake-wind murmurs
Thro’ golden, August noons.

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