IN SUMMER TIME

Daisies nod and blue-bells ring, Streamlets laugh and song birds sing, To the clover bees close cling. Cornfields wave their locks of gold, Poppies burn and wings unfold, Earth-stars twinkle on the mould. Butterflies—live blossoms, blown From that Eden once our own— Make of every flower a throne. And a royal purple dyes Yonder heather-hill, that lies Fitting footstool for the skies. And the gorse is all ablaze, Lighting up the moorland ways, And the days are golden days. E’en the myriad-mooded sea (Earth-bound, yet than earth more free) Wears a look of constancy. And your love, that in the spring Was a shy, uncertain thing, Like a bud just blossoming, With the summer’s growth has grown, Till our two lives, lived as one, Make a summer of their own.