Poems (Trask)/Summer
For works with similar titles, see Summer.
SUMMER.
Summer on the mountains, Where the heather blows; Summer in the fountains, Where the water flows,—Bend the clouds in shadow O'er the rocky height, Sunshine in the meadow With the clover white; All the earth's a picture, Made of shade and light.
Children pick the berries All along the leas,—Pluck the blood-red cherries From the drooping trees,—Chase the nimble squirrel Over hill and brae, Put the calm in peril With their laughter gay; Scatter wide the clover smell From the new-mown hay.
At the hush of even, Glow the silver stars, Through the purple heaven's Soft empyrean bars; On the shore the billows Break their melodies, While the snow-winged vessels Shiver in the breeze,—God! thy living Spirit Stands upon the seas.