Decketh the rich July,
Broad is the leaf and bright the flower;
Close to the pale gray sands
Coarse alder grows, and virgin's bower
Grasps it with slender hands.
With honeysuckles, meadow-sweets,
And rue the banks are lined;
O'er wide fields dance gay marguerites
To pipe of merry wind.
By the tall tiger-lily's side