A MIDSUMMER DAY.
Reading edition
BY GEORGE COOPER.
There's a flush in the sky of crimson deep; From a waking bird there's a drowsy cheep; There's a ripple of gold upon the brooks, And a glitter of dew in dusky nooks. And this is the way A midsummer day Bids the world good-morning. There's a tremulous cry from a tree-toad hid, And the husky plaint of the katydid; Then the fire-flies wink, now high, now low, Like a sudden flurry of golden snow. And this is the way A midsummer day Bids the world good-evening.