SUMMER.
Then came the jolly Sommer, being dight
In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene,
That was unlynèd all, to be more light,
And on his head a garlande well beseene.
Faërie Queene, Bk. VII. E. SPENSER.
All green and fair the Summer lies,
Just budded from the bud of Spring,
With tender blue of wistful skies,
And winds which softly sing.
Menace. S.C. WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).
From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth;
He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.
From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound,
A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees, and ground.
The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo.
A Midsummer Song. R.W. GILDER.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
The Bee. E. DICKINSON.
Still as night
Or summer's noontide air.
Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
A Christmas Carol. S.T. COLERIDGE.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower,
Through the flashing bars of July.
A Corymbus for Autumn. F. THOMPSON.
Dead is the air, and still! the leaves of the locust and walnut
Lazily hang from the boughs, inlaying their intricate outlines
Rather on space than the sky,—on a tideless expansion of slumber.
Home Pastorals: August. B. TAYLOR.