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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER RHYME, by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG Poet's Biography
First Line: Leaf on the bough and fly on the wing
Last Line: These the words they say.
First Line: Leaf on the bough and fly on the wing
Last Line: These the words they say.
LEAF on the bough and fly on the wing,
Birds that sing, winds that swing
Roses thickly clustering,
Woodbine-blooms that clamber and cling,
Ferns that fresh in the woodland spring,
Flowers that sweets to the breezes fling,
Babble of streams and drip of wells,
Golden gleams and balmy smells,
Bees a-buzz in tremulous bells, --
What is the word their gladness tells,
What the bliss they bring?
Summer is loose and Spring's away;
Hearts be gay, pipe and play,
Revel and laugh the livelong day,
Bind the brow with bloom o' the May,
Lave the limbs i' the foam and spray,
Whirl i' the dance at evening grey,
Beat the moss with lightsome feet,
Tumble and toss the hay in the heat,
Stray in the grass, stray in the wheat --
This the bliss of their burden sweet,
These the words they say.
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