Sweetheart Summer
Vachel Lindsay (1879-1931), American poet

We prayed not, yet she came to us,
The silken, shining one,
On Jacob’s noble ladder
Descended from the sun.
She reached our town of Every Day,
Our dry and dusty sod -
We prayed not, yet she brought to us
The misty wine of God.

from General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems (1913)

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