On the Last Day of July

 "Summer afternoon....to me those have been the two most beautiful words in the English language..." -Henry James (1843-1916)

 ON the HEIGHT by Eunice Tietjens  (1884-1944) Children's author and lecturer and poet (This is a beautiful summer poem)

 The foothills called us, green and sweet;

 We dallied, but we might not stay,

 And all the day long we set our feet in the wind's way.

 We climbed with him the wandering trail

 Up to the last keen, lonely height------

 Where snow-peaks clustered, sharp and frail....

 Swimming in light.

 Sheer on the edge of heaven we dwelt

 And laughed above the blue abyss,

 While on my happy lips I felt

 Your windy kiss.....

 You were the spirit of the height

 The breath of sun and air.

 A bird dipped wing....

 And swift, and white,

 Peace brooded there.

 "On the Height" by Eunice Tietjens from "1000 Beautiful Things" (1948)

Photographs 2018