Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/A Summer Wish
A SUMMER WISH.
Live all thy sweet life thro',Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,Drop down thine evening dewTo gather it anewWhen day is bright:I fancy thou wast meantChiefly to give delight.
Sing in the silent sky,Glad soaring bird;Sing out thy notes on highTo sunbeam straying byOr passing cloud;Heedless if thou art heardSing thy full song aloud.
Oh that it were with meAs with the flower;Blooming on its own treeFor butterfly and beeIts summer morns:That I might bloom mine hourA rose in spite of thorns.
Oh that my work were doneAs birds' that soarRejoicing in the sun:That when my time is runAnd daylight too,I so might rest once moreCool with refreshing dew.