to Celebrate Summer
cuckoo sat on a tree, and sang,
is coming, coming;"
bee crept out from the hive, and began
Lazily humming, humming.
had come, and the cuckoo sang
His song through woodland and hollow:
"The summer is come: if you don't believe me,
You have only to ask the swallow.
happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
~ Richard Crashaw
Fields of Summer
of summer, all your airy grasses
Whispering and bowing when the west wind passes, --
Happy lark and nestling, hid beneath the mowing,
Root sweet music in you, to the white clouds growing!
Happy fields of summer, softly billowed over
With the feathery red-top and the rosy clover, --
Happy little children seek your shady places,
Lark-songs in their bosoms, sunshine on their faces!
Happy little children, skies are bright above you,
Trees bend down to kiss you, breeze and blossom love you;
And we bless you, playing in the field-paths mazy,
Swinging with the harebell, dancing with the daisy!
Happy fields of summer, touched with deeper beauty
As your tall grain ripens, -- tell the children, duty
Is as sweet as pleasure; tell them both are blended
In the best life story, well begun and ended.
~ Lucy Larcom
summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
~ Byron, Don Juan
It is a sultry
day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing.
~ William Cullen Bryant, Summer Wind.
The quiet stars came out, one after one;
The holy twilight fell upon the sea,
The summer day was done.
~ Celia Thaxter
| Autumn | Winter
pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in
my memory. ~ Henry David Thoreau