Enchanted Summer Arnold Bax

(Semichorus 1)
The path through which that lovely twain
Have passed, by cedar, pine, and yew
And each dark tree that ever grew
Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue;
Nor sun, nor moon, nor wind, nor rain
Can pierce its interwoven bowers
Nor aught, save where some cloud of dew
Drifted along the earth-creeping breeze
Between the trunks of the hoar trees
Hangs each a pearl in the pale flowers
Of the green laurel, blown anew
And bеnds, and then fades silently
Onе frail and fair anemone:
Or when some star of many a one
That climbs and wanders through steep night
Has found the cleft through which alone
Beams fall from high those depths upon
Ere it is borne away, away
By the swift Heavens that cannot stay
It scatters drops of golden light
Like lines of rain that ne'er unite:
And the gloom divine is all around
And underneath is the mossy ground

(Semichorus 2)
There the voluptuous nightingales
Are awake through all the broad noonday
When one with bliss or sadness fails
And through the windless ivy-boughs
Sick with sweet love, droops dying away
On its mate's music-panting bosom;
Another from the swinging blossom
Watching to catch the languid close
Of the last strain, then lifts on high
The wings of the weak melody
Till some new strain of feeling bear
The song, and all the woods are mute;
When there is heard through the dim air
The rush of wings, and rising there
Like many a lake-surrounded flute
Sounds overflow the listener's brain
So sweet, that joy is almost pain