A GLIMPSE OF SUMMER.

While the world’s a-bustle On the upward grade— Straining brain and muscle, Plying pen and spade— Let us go a-dreaming, With your hair a-streaming ... Cupid lies a-scheming ’Neath the mulga shade. How the rabble clatters As it hurries by! Chasing Passion’s tatters, Sighing Passion’s sigh. Soft airs, sandal-scented, Fan us: golden-tinted, Like a landscape minted, Plain and hill-top lie. Willy-willies whirling Play for me and you, Curling up, and curling, Till they reach the blue: Like a giant sweeping, Creeping on, and creeping ’Mongst the trees, a-sleeping Mid-day’s languor through. Bell-bird notes are swelling Upward from the glade; Lovelorn swains are telling Love-tales worn and frayed: Let them strain their tether! You and I together Never wilt a feather, Lolling in the shade. Earnest souls, or sighing, Death has ever paid! See pale Effort lying Rue- and wreath-arrayed! Come then, Jean, a-dreaming, With your hair a-streaming ... Cupid lies a-scheming ’Neath the mulga shade.