Supplement Hours

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Supplement Hours

Sane, random, negligent hours,

Sane, easy, culminating hours,

After the flush, the Indian summer, of my life,

Away from Books⁠—away from Art⁠—the lesson learn’d, pass’d o’er,

Soothing, bathing, merging all⁠—the sane, magnetic,

Now for the day and night themselves⁠—the open air,

Now for the fields, the seasons, insects, trees⁠—the rain and snow,

Where wild bees flitting hum,

Or August mulleins grow, or winter’s snowflakes fall,

Or stars in the skies roll round⁠—

The silent sun and stars.