Nigel Verney's video: High Summer - Ebenezer Jones

A sonnet of victorian poet Ebenezer Jones. [with English Subtitles] High Summer I never wholly feel that summer is high, However green the trees, or loud the birds, However movelessly eye-winking herds Stand in field ponds, or under large trees lie, Till I do climb all cultured pastures by, That hedged by hedgerows studiously fretted trim, Smile like a lady's face with lace laced prim, And on some moor or hill that seeks the sky Lonely and nakedly,--utterly lie down, And feel the sunshine throbbing on body and limb, My drowsy brain in pleasant drunkenness swim, Each rising thought sink back and dreamily drown, Smiles creep o'er my face, and smother my lips, and cloy, Each muscle sink to itself, and separately enjoy. Ebenezer Jones [1820 – 1860] The picture is of a machine embroiderey entitled High Sky by artist Kate Wells. https://www.katewellsartist.co.uk/ Here is another Ebenezer Jones poem https://youtu.be/4SyWtsza8Uw. ---------------terms-------- Summer, Poetry Reading, recital recitation spoken word, Victorian poetry., Ebenezer Jones Victorian Poet, the seasons, poem, sonnet