Poems (Radford)/Through all the Happy Summer-time

by Dollie Radford

XXIII

Through all the happy summer-time
 Your fancy follows me,
As lightly as the thistle-down
 Comes floating out to sea,

Frailer than any flower that grows
 Beside the changing tide,
It braves the waters carelessly,
 Where I, in danger, ride.

Oh bid them both fly home again,
 Such fair and fragile things,
Lest I may strive to capture them,
 To cheer my wanderings.