Labor and the Angel

by Duncan Campbell Scott

SUMMER SONG.

Sing me a song of the summer time,

Of the sorrel red and the ruby clover,

Where the garrulous bobolinks lilt and chime

Over and over.

Sing me a song of the strawberry-bent,

Of the black-cap hiding the heap of stones,

Of the milkweed drowsy with sultry scent,

Where the bee drones.

Sing me a song of the spring head still,

Of the dewy fern in the solitude,

Of the hermit-thrush and the whippoorwill,

Haunting the wood.

Sing me a song of the gleaming scythe,

Of the scented hay and the buried wain,

Of the mowers whistling bright and blithe,

In the sunny rain.

Sing me a song of the quince and the gage,

Of the apricot by the orchard wall,

Where bends my love Armitage,

Gathering the fruit of the windfall.

Sing me a song of the rustling, slow

Sway of the wheat as the winds croon,

Of the golden disc and the dreaming glow

Of the harvest moon.