DO you think the summer will ever come, With white of lily and flush of rose, -- With the warm, bright days of joy and June, So long you dream they will never close? Will the birds, atilt on the bending boughs, Sing out their hearts in a mad delight; And the golden butterflies, sun-suffused, Shimmer and shine from morn till night? Do you think my summer will ever come, With brow of lily and cheek of rose? Shall I hold her fast, -- my Joy, my June, -- And dream that my day will never close? Will she mock the birds on the bending boughs (For her voice is music, -- my heart's delight), Or be content, like the butterflies, In the sun of my love from morn till night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE FRAGMENT by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 4 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |