UNDER the beams of the mid-day sun The lake is rolling its waves of gold, The spirit of Summer has kiss'd the banks, And the sweet flow'rs smile as of old. From the skies, so soft, like dewy rain, Comes the song of the skylark, lost to sight, As it rises and fades in the crystal blue, Like a far-fled dream of delight. Now to the blossoms that faint in the air With odorous breathings of love, The burden'd bees are winging their flight, Kissing each flow'r as they rove. The birds are trilling their joyous notes From amid the leafy nest, And the zephyr sighs to his love, the rose, While he plunders the sweets of her breast. And the murmuring air is fill'd with song, As Nature joys at Summer's return, While fragrant thoughts twine round the heart, And rob it of griefs that burn. In golden books we read of a time When the earth with Summer was ever fair; Oh, for that season's return to our hearts, And to live in that purer air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DOUGLAS'S RIDE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: CONDEMNED ONES by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON CRAIGIEBURN WOOD by ROBERT BURNS |