{"id":1539,"date":"2014-06-21T22:49:17","date_gmt":"2014-06-21T22:49:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/?p=1539"},"modified":"2015-05-17T00:17:50","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T00:17:50","slug":"the-summer-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/the-summer-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"The Summer Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-1539-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheSummerSunVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheSummerSunVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheSummerSunVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Nothing that I may say<br \/>\nin any dream<br \/>\nin any work of charm<br \/>\nin any toss of love,<br \/>\nin any way,<br \/>\nDarling, could tell you,<br \/>\nhow I love you.<br \/>\nThey say<br \/>\nas the day for its existence<br \/>\nmust love the sun, as the sun must lean<br \/>\nits arms upon the plain, as the rain<br \/>\nmust fall and fall forever on the waves,<br \/>\nmerging its violet in the glistening flood,<br \/>\nin such a way, it might be said, I love.<br \/>\nBut it\u2019s not that way.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s the look of you and the breath<br \/>\nand touch of you, your laughter,<br \/>\nyour eyes like suddenly remembered stars<br \/>\n\u2014of a night that gave its music to the leaves,<br \/>\nof a moon braiding its ringlets in the waves,<br \/>\nof a whirr of wings where the dawn had been;<br \/>\nand we had made a summer of the sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheSummerSunVx3.mp3 &nbsp; Nothing that I may say in any dream in any work of charm in any toss of love, in any way, Darling, could tell you, how I love you. They say as the day for its existence must love the sun, as the sun must lean its arms upon the plain, as the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lovepoems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1539"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1764,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1539\/revisions\/1764"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}