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Poem
September 20, 1894
The Advance
Jamesburg, Middlesex County, New Jersey
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem reflecting on a peaceful departure from life on a summer morning, bidding farewell to nature's elements like flowers, birds, rills, and clover, while anticipating an eternal afterlife called by God.
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SEPTEMBER 20.
SOME SUMMER MORNING.
Some morning when the wind has set his bugles all a-blowing,
I shall have gone away, perhaps, without the flowers knowing
That I, who know their every want—thrice happy in the tending—
Had gone to the fair gardens where Summer has no ending.
Some morning when the sea has crept up to the low, salt marshes,
And all the stars have faded from the heaven's sapphire arches,
When through the eastern gates, at last, the tardy night is going
I shall have gone away, perhaps, without the birds a-knowing.
And love shall have no power to hold me with caresses tender.
For I shall pass the sunrise gold, the moon's white, silent splendor,
Beyond the sunset and the dawn, where never word was spoken,
Where, since creation's natal morn, the stillness slept unbroken.
Oh, little rills that I have known, through tangled grasses straying,
When I am gone, sing as of old, when all the world was Maying!
Oh, clover blooms—I love you so—at every Springtime's coming,
Spread out your blossoms to the dew, and set the bees a-humming
I know not of the gates of pearl, on golden hinges turning,
The glory bright, more than the light of countless suns a-burning,
These things await me, I would be no slow, reluctant comer,
And God will call me early on some morning in the Summer.
—Jeannette La Flamboy.
SOME SUMMER MORNING.
Some morning when the wind has set his bugles all a-blowing,
I shall have gone away, perhaps, without the flowers knowing
That I, who know their every want—thrice happy in the tending—
Had gone to the fair gardens where Summer has no ending.
Some morning when the sea has crept up to the low, salt marshes,
And all the stars have faded from the heaven's sapphire arches,
When through the eastern gates, at last, the tardy night is going
I shall have gone away, perhaps, without the birds a-knowing.
And love shall have no power to hold me with caresses tender.
For I shall pass the sunrise gold, the moon's white, silent splendor,
Beyond the sunset and the dawn, where never word was spoken,
Where, since creation's natal morn, the stillness slept unbroken.
Oh, little rills that I have known, through tangled grasses straying,
When I am gone, sing as of old, when all the world was Maying!
Oh, clover blooms—I love you so—at every Springtime's coming,
Spread out your blossoms to the dew, and set the bees a-humming
I know not of the gates of pearl, on golden hinges turning,
The glory bright, more than the light of countless suns a-burning,
These things await me, I would be no slow, reluctant comer,
And God will call me early on some morning in the Summer.
—Jeannette La Flamboy.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Pastoral
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Summer Morning
Death Farewell
Nature Elements
Afterlife Call
Gods Summons
What entities or persons were involved?
—Jeannette La Flamboy.
Poem Details
Title
Some Summer Morning.
Author
—Jeannette La Flamboy.
Subject
Contemplation Of Death On A Summer Morning
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas In Iambic Tetrameter
Key Lines
Some Morning When The Wind Has Set His Bugles All A Blowing,
And God Will Call Me Early On Some Morning In The Summer.
Oh, Little Rills That I Have Known, Through Tangled Grasses Straying,