Poems (Kimball)/Summer-time
SUMMER-TIME.
SUMMER'S breath has kissed the lovely bloom
From the apple-trees:
Out of flower-cups, dripping with perfume,
Sip the honey-bees.
From the apple-trees:
Out of flower-cups, dripping with perfume,
Sip the honey-bees.
Where the vines are strung with roses red
Dart the humming-birds;
Winds, like lovers, in the boughs o'erhead
Whisper tender words.
Dart the humming-birds;
Winds, like lovers, in the boughs o'erhead
Whisper tender words.
Clover-crested are the waves of grass
Where the little feet
Frolic, deep in coolness, as I pass
From the sunny street.
Where the little feet
Frolic, deep in coolness, as I pass
From the sunny street.
When at eve o'er field and fen and brake
Misty curtains fall,
Fire-flies, in their meteor dances, make
Nightly carnival.
Misty curtains fall,
Fire-flies, in their meteor dances, make
Nightly carnival.