She sat beneath an ancient spreading oak
At close of day, the while the young May moon
Rose like a queen to grant the promised boon;
He lying at her feet, his purple cloak
Beside him, while delicious silence woke
Heart-echoes. Fronds of fairy ferns made tune
In the soft-sighing wind, and foxgloves soon
Answered the strains, and the sweet silence broke.
Around them bloomed primrose and violet,
The daffodil, and dear forget-me-not;
The while the fragrant woodruff made regret
That they so soon should leave the charmed spot;
And the fond lovers looked with lips apart —
Summer in nature, summer in each heart.
