A Treasury of Canadian Verse, with Brief Biographical Notes - Unknown

Fleet-footed as of yore,

The noonday ringing with her frighted peals,

Down the bright sward and through the reeds she ran,

Urged by the mountain echoes, at her heels

The hot-blown cheeks and trampling feet of Pan.

NOW hath the summer reached her golden close,

And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,

Scarcely perceives from her divine repose